"What's that supposed to mean?\"

\"You know, you don't have to go to city hall to get a divorce. If you want a divorce, get up and eat something decent!\"

Remington's voice was deep, his face expressionless.

He towered by the hospital bed, looking down at her, filled with self-mockery.

He never thought, one day, he would have to use divorce as a means to get her to eat.

Lizetta locked eyes with Remington, standing her ground.

For the first time today, she really looked at him, without disdain.

Remington's breath hitched, his back tensing involuntarily.

Yet, he couldn't discern any emotion from her gaze.

The affection, joy, and even the resentment he had just provoked seemed all gone.

He felt an emptiness inside, his lips moved slightly, \"I didn't mean to pressure you, but you're torturing yourself, your body can't take this...\" Since the accident, she hadn't eaten anything, surviving solely on IV nutrition.

This couldn't go on.

Lizetta's lips curled into a mocking smile, \"Your devotion is laughable.\"

a charcoal gray shirt with a plaid tie, his stubble neatly

wash, and aside from the bloodshot in his eyes, he looked just as cold and noble as Mr. Dashiell always did. Losing Daisy,

thought she could eat

own good, but it was just

What a cold-hearted man!

want a divorce, get up and eat.\" Remington's voice was

and Remington leaned over to help her, then called someone in a deep

came in, laying out a nutritious meal in

Remington had consulted a

, coming up

as

her

from in front of her, and the next second, the

too weak, let

you makes

the spoon

clenched, locking

red and turbulent, but her gaze was like

moment, Remington stood up from

take care

servant jumped, cautiously moving forward to take the soup bowl from Remington's hands. Lizetta didn't want to trouble the

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