The call ended, and Remington reached out once again to grasp Lizetta's hand in his, saying, "Why are your hands still so cold? Do you want to go back to bed and lie down?" Lizetta quickly withdrew her hand, "Thanks for tonight, but you don't have to worry about Hans anymore."

Lizetta was serious about the divorce from Remington, and that meant she couldn't rely on him for everything anymore.

"What do you mean?" Remington's gaze darkened, his jawline tensing.

Lizetta shook her head, standing up to say, "Hans served fourteen years, he's been punished. I'm not a little kid anymore, he can't hurt me now, I..."

"Can't hurt you? Really!"

Remington suddenly interrupted her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards the bathroom.

Lizetta stumbled as he led her into the bathroom and up to the vanity.

"What's gotten into you? Let go..."

Just as Lizetta managed to wrest her wrist from his grasp, Remington moved behind her, stretching his arms out on the vanity.

He trapped her between his body and the vanity, looking down at her sharply through the mirror.

ghost. You call that not being

reflection in the mirror, indeed

sense of oppression from Remington standing

shouldn't be like

a stress reaction. Next time I see him, it won't be like this. Besides, having a bodyguard is enough, you really

than owe

stung slightly, his jaw tense, as if he

of the psychological shadow Hans had cast over Lizetta better

rather face Hans without

piercing his heart

nod cold and clear, "We're divorced, it's my

Remington turned pale with

heaving slightly

control

thought he'd storm out, he

afraid of in

gaze could scrutinize her, not missing

hands clenched tightly, "I'm not afraid of anything, don't flatter

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