Chapter 147
It was just helping her with some medicine after pulling down her pants, yet he spoke as if something more had happened between them
Lizetta’s face flushed red as she reached out to put him away
But the man caught her hand and gave it a peck, chuckling. ‘Do you like it when I kiss you like t
Lizetta felt a tingling sensation spread from her fingertips all over, like she’d just been zapped.
Unconsciously, she leaned softly into his embrace, too embarrassed to speak
Is that considered flirting?
Although they had been intimate, but they never really flirted like a couple
The Remington she knew before was not like this, he was silent and restrained in bed
Even during their most intense moments in bed, he never talked dirty like this, asking if she liked it or not.
Before, it felt to her like submitting homework or purely satisfying desires
But now, without even doing much, just kissing her fingers and muzzling her eat and neck, Lizette was all dewy, ready to surrender.
This was terrifying, really
She shouldn’t allow herself to be indulged and fall like this.
Lizetta’s eyes snapped open and she yanked her hand back
“I don’t like this!”
She bit her tongue, forcing herself to lock eyes with Remington, her words sharp and decisive.
The smile on Remington’s handsome face gradually stiffened. His thin lips slightly curled, and he uttered a mocking sound.
“Take a good look at this, you’re little liar.”
With a graceful move, he drew her attention with his fingers.
Sunlight sifted through the gaps in the leaves outside the car window, gliding over his fingertips, momentarily flashing a layer of sparkling light.
At first, Lizetta didn’t understand what it was, but catching the man’s teasing, mocking gaze, and thinking of where his fingers had just lingered, her mind exploded. Her entire being turned bright red, like a shrimp thrown into boiling water.
“Jerk, creep!”
Embarrassed and angry, she turned away, hurriedly pulling on her remaining pant leg.
But her hands and feet were weak, and in her haste, she struggled to put them on like a child clumsily trying to dress.
Remington casually wiped his fingers with a tissue, and with a long reach, Lizetta found herself sitting on his lap.
With one hand supporting her backside and the other helping her pull up her pants.
Lizetta tried to zip up, her fingers trembling; the zipper seemingly stuck.
Chapter 147
Above her, Remington’s chuckle filled the air, and Lizetta was too shy that she felt she could spontaneously combust. Remington covered her hand with his, helping her pull the zipper up, while teasing her in her ea.
“No need to thank me.”
Lizetta couldn’t stand being in the same space as him for another second.
Fortunately, they’d arrived at the hospital.
Remington got out of the car, and as Lizetta followed, pushing the door open. Just as she jumped out, her body lightened, and she was lifted by the man again.
“I can walk on my own.”
“Oh, your legs are not weak anymore?”
Afraid he’d say something even more outrageous; she clamped her mouth shut and accepted her fate.
Remington carried her to the ophthalmology clinic, where the doctor said it was nothing serious, just a bit of an infection. He prescribed some eye drops and told her to use them for a couple of days.
Leaving the hospital, Lizetta refused to get back in the car with Remington.
He gave her a cold look, “You’re injured, you need someone to look after you! Come back to Oakridge Heights with me.”
Lizetta stood there, her eyes still red but able to open them, and looked at him.
“It’s nothing serious, no need for Mr. Dashiell to bother.”
She was icy cold, nothing like the coy little thing she was in the car earlier, Remington was almost amused by her change in attitude.
“So, now that you’re not blind, and that you don’t need me, I’m Mr. Dashiell again?”
Something about his look made Lizetta feel somewhat guilty.
She forced herself to ignore it, not forgetting Evelina was still in Remington’s bed back at the Riverbend Abbey.
She nodded, “Yes, I’m leaving.
She turned to go, but Remington suddenly stepped forw
