His fingers trembled slightly, and for a moment, he thought she had awoken.

But she hadn't. It was just the restlessness of dreams, her eyes closed as she turned in her sleep.

Yet, the taste of bitterness swelled in Remington's heart, the agony and pain torturing him, driving him to the brink of madness.

Liz, do you despise me that much?

Even in your dreams, you're repelling and detesting me.

But what can I do when even entering your dreams brings me a slight thrill of joy?

Lizetta's discomfort pulled Remington back to reality.

She lay on her back, her brow furrowed even tighter, seemingly uncomfortable as she shifted to her side, her legs twitching slightly under the covers.

Remington had carefully read through pregnancy guides and remembered reading that during the second trimester, it's common for expectant mothers to experience numbness in their legs.

He gently warmed his hands and cautiously reached under the covers, tenderly massaging her legs.

It was dawn when Remington finally left.

As he departed, he used his jacket to brush away his footprints in the snow.

The wind picked up, swirling the snow, quickly covering all traces.

up late

West family hunting her down would disturb

feeling refreshed. She opened the curtains to a

clear, the snow

gaze suddenly

saw a snowman, placed on the terrace of the

had a round head topped with a crooked red woolen hat, wrapped in a red scarf,

of the snowman was a bunch of fresh "Angel's

her heart

Remington would also build her a snowman every year, always placing it

little patience, and his snowmen

blinked away her emotions,

regaining composure, andet

the snowman through the opened

door brought her back, and she

she was greeted by Jerome's

have to

surprise, saying,

felt slightly apologetic, realizing she had woken up too late,

a smile playing on

that your way of asking me

magnetic, with a

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