Liz froze as the image of the velvet flower she had accidentally crushed underfoot flashed before her eyes. She had never imagined that it was Remington who had made it himself.

"What are you whispering about?" Remington asked, noticing Cedric leaning in close to Liz and murmuring something. He took a step closer, curiosity evident in his eyes.

Liz felt a sudden rush of panic, as if she had stumbled upon a secret and had been caught by the very person it concerned. Instinctively, she stepped back, trying to put some distance between herself and Cedric. But she misjudged her step and stumbled over the hospital bed.

Cedric, startled, reached out to catch Liz, but his efforts were in vain as Remington moved faster, pulling Liz into his arms. His icy gaze seemed to pierce through Cedric's outstretched hand.

Cedric quickly retracted his hand. "I'll go ask the doctor what kind of supplements are okay to have..." With that, he immediately turned and dashed out.

Remington looked down at the woman in his arms. "What were you and Cedric talking about?"

Liz felt a pang of guilt for no reason. "Nothing much, just small talk."

"Small talk, huh? Then why get so close? Besides, you always seem to have endless topics with him."

Remington was clearly feeling a bit jealous, noticing that Liz seemed to have a closer relationship with Cedric than with him. To her, Cedric appeared to be a friend, while he, Remington, felt he didn't even qualify for that.

caught the unmistakable tinge of jealousy in his eyes, and it made her heart ache in a

voice came from the door, and

realize she was still in Remington's embrace. She quickly pulled away, greeting Jerome. "My brother woke up! He's fallen

should let the grandparents know right away; they'll

out

turned to Remington. "The Gardenia family owes Mr. Dashiell a big favor for this. If Mr. Dashiell ever needs anything or if there's any way

scoffed lightly. "Taking care of her brother doesn't count

has long ceased being Mr. Dashiell's wife. How

wife is still a wife," Remington replied

him a look. "Mr. Dashiell, your talent for

smirked. "And what role does Mr. Madden play here? The adopted

gazes locked, both sharp and

abilities in self-deception seem even greater than

Jerome knew exactly what

meant; if he was

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