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

an unpleasant memory for her, possibly even

had just started to improve, why did he have to

stunned silence, Remington's

lips, his expression earnest as he tried

for what I said earlier. I

Seeing you dining

man, laughing

him, and letting him hold your hand... was

was hoarse,

Remington Dashiell, a man who could have

out of reach, his patience and confidence assured him that in time, it would

her, he dared not

from Timothy on

company

were

filled him

her agreement to give him a chance was merely to toy with him, a form

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