Chapter 895

Liz had just spoken his name when Remington suddenly looked up, his dark eyes revealing a depth of emotion that seemed almost fragile despite his stern voice.

"If you're not going to explain yourself, then maybe you shouldn't speak at all. I might just get angry enough to take you back home with me!" he said, his voice tense with an underlying threat.

The hint of darkness that flashed in his eyes was something he blurted out in frustration, but he noticed the change in Liz's expression immediately.

Liz's face paled slightly, as memories of past grievances surged uncontrollably back to her.

She had intended to explain, but now her gaze softened.

"Yeah, it's not like you haven't done that before," she said, her lips curving in a smile that was more a sharp dagger aimed straight at Remington's heart.

Remington's expression shifted, panic and unease flitting across his eyes.

He gripped Liz's hand tighter, almost stammering in his haste to clarify.

"No, I didn't mean it like that. I just said it without thinking, and I won't do it again. Liz, you have to believe me!"

He noticed her fingers were cold in his palm, rubbing them gently, his face showing remorse.

it, how could he ever consider doing such a thing

words had triggered an

why did

silence,

her hands to his lips, his expression

sorry for what I said earlier. I couldn't control

you

laughing

letting him hold

voice was hoarse, fraught

past, others envied Remington Dashiell, a man who

and confidence assured him that in

he dared not be

text from Timothy

another man's company

were perfectly

filled him

a chance was merely

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