Chapter 186 

One minute he was this way, the next he was that way, had he gone schizo or what? 

“I haven’t even divorced yet; where would a ‘fiancee‘ come from?” Remington looked down at Lizetta with a mocking gaze. 

“But didn’t you just say you were going to send me a wedding invite?” Lizetta was puzzled. 

Remington snorted, “Wasn’t that your line first?” 

“I never said that, she began to retort instinctively, under his icy stare. 

Then it hit her that it was indeed her who had first mentioned not forgetting to send her a wedding invite, in conversation with Evelina, and just so happened to be overheard by Remington. She couldn’t help but clench her fingers. 

Was Remington just trying to get a rise out of her? Lizetta got annoyed, “So, aren’t you guys meeting the parents today to talk about engagement?” 

Remington let out a chuckle, “Bigamy is jail time, you know.” 

At his words, Lizetta suddenly felt a sense of relief, and it was only then she realized she couldn’t genuinely wish him and Evelina well, nor was she as indifferent as she thought she 

was. 

“OK.” 

“Are you getting in the car yourself, or do I need to help you?” Remington frowned, clearly running out of patience. 

Head bowed, Lizetta got into the car without further objection. 

Asing 

a 

settled into the driver’s seat, Lizetta wrinkled her little nose, “You’ve been can you even drive?” 

There was a faint smell of alcohol on him. Without looking at her, Remington smoothly. pulled the car out of the parking space with one hand and simply replied, “Didn’t drink.” 

Lizetta was taken aback again; she had clearly seen Kevin toasting Remington earlier. If Remington was truly planning to marry Evelina, there was no way he could refuse a drink from his future father–in–law. 

Seemed like the engagement talk was all smoke and mirrors. Probably Evelina and Elara made up those restroom whispers on purpose after seeing her, and Evelina and Hanna were fooling her too. 

Lizetta’s expression softened, and she unconsciously let out a long–held sigh of relief. Realizing her own happiness, Lizetta bit her tongue, finding herself ridiculously amusing. 

She had said she wanted to let go, to be free and easy, yet here she was, getting all worked up again. Besides, Remington only said he wouldn’t get engaged now because she and he 

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weren’t officially divorced yet! 

It didn’t mean he wouldn’t get engaged or married to Evelina in the future. It was just a matter of time, so what was there for her to be so excited and hopeful about? Talked about being pathetic. 

“Address.” 

Next to her, Remington’s cool voice brought her back to the present, and Lizetta quickly gave 

him the address. 

It was the address of the new apartment she and Yolanda had rented, a place Remington had never been to. 

It was only then that he looked at Lizetta again, “Why aren’t you staying at the ‘friendly‘ senior’s place anymore?” 

His tone was sarcastic. Lizetta shot him a look, “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Remington let out a soft chuckle and didn’t dwell on it. After all, her moving out from Hogan’s apartment was something that made him feel rather pleased. 

Because of this, his voice softened a bit as he said, “I don’t know the way; set up the 

navigation.” 

“Alright.” 

Leaning forward, Lizetta set the navigation, and the voice prompts started. 

The car ride was smooth, and the atmosphere inside was unusually calm, the most peaceful it had been in a while. 

Lizetta thought perhaps it was because they had both decided to let go and were working 

tow 

which made their interactions less fraught with tension. 

She pulled out a wet wipe to clean her phone and hands. 

Thinking back to the slap she had given earlier, Lizetta felt the lingering disgust on her hand. and meticulously cleaned herself. Then, recalling that Remington had also grabbed that guy’s hand, she offered without thinking, “Do you want to clean it too?” 

As she spoke, she pulled out another wet wipe and held it out to Remington. Unexpectedly, Remington didn’t take it but instead stretched his hand towards her, “I’m driving.” 

Clearly, he wanted her to do the honors. Lizetta, looking at his outstretched, long–fingered hand, instantly regretted her offer. 

But now, not helping would be awkward and would make her seem ungrateful and pretentious. After a brief pause, Lizetta took Remington’s hand and started meticulously wiping his palm and fingers with the wet wipe. 

As she wiped his long ring finger, her movements slowed, and her gaze fell on the ring. 

“Why are you still wearing your wedding ring?”