"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.\"

changed clothes, wearing a charcoal gray shirt with a plaid tie, his stubble neatly shaved, giving him a sharp

minty fresh body wash, and aside from the bloodshot in his eyes, he looked just as cold and noble as Mr. Dashiell always did. Losing Daisy, for him, seemed to be

why he thought she could eat

for her own good, but it

What a cold-hearted man!

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

over to help her,

in, laying out a nutritious meal in front of

Remington had consulted a

naturopath , coming

was as

spoon, her wrist weak, her appetite

the soup bowl from in front of her, and the next

too weak, let

up, \"Looking at you makes me

darkened instantly, the spoon tapping heavily

clenched, locking eyes

were red and turbulent, but her

moment, Remington stood up from the

take care

soup bowl from Remington's hands. Lizetta didn't want to trouble the servant, and she

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