Chapter 187
He never used to wear it before, but now that their marriage has hit rock bottom, he was suddenly all about that wedding band, clinging to it like a lifeline.
Thinking about Remington shacking up in the marital home at Oakridge Heights during this time made Lizetta’s heart skip a beat, like someone had chucked a stone into a calm pond out of nowhere.
But then, Remington abruptly pulled his hand away, giving her a frosty look, and said, “Don’t overthink it; I just forgot to take it off.”
Lizetta’s heart, already a mess of emotions, froze over with those words. She forced a smile, stiff and awkward, and said, “Let me help you take it off then.”
As she reached for Remington’s hand again, he frowned, “I’m driving here; stop distracting
me.”
Lizetta stared at his stern profile, her mind drifting back to the first time Remington had put on the wedding ring.
By then, they’d been legally married
rovert
months. He’d just returned from abroad, and that evening, he was in his study. She’d burst in, giddy with excitement, holding the ring
box.
“Remi, guess what I’ve got?” She stood there, ring box in hand behind her back.
Remington, eyes glued to his documents, replied with an indifferent tone, “I don’t know.”
She walked up to him, “Come on, take a guess.”
He frowned, “Lizetta, I’m busy; get out.”
“Ok” she felt a sting but refused to back down. Instead, she knelt beside him on one knee, It up with a forced smile, unable to contain herself from revealing the secret she held
behind her back.
“Dummy Remi, it’s our wedding rings! Let me put it on you; see if it fits, okay?”
She opened the velvet box and reached for his hand with the ring. But he abruptly lifted his hand, his voice grave, “I’m about to start a video conference; leave now.”
Feeling both hurt and embarrassed, she still didn’t give up. Clinging to his leg, stubborn and wilful, she insisted, “Put it on, and I’ll leave. If not, I’m sticking around all night, and you won’t be able to do your video conference!”
He must have been fed up with her nagging, so he let her slip the ring onto his finger. She was thrilled, pecked him quickly on the cheek, and skipped out of the study.
That night, she lay in bed, staring at the ring on her finger and grinning like a fool. She even had a beautiful dream about their wedding, where they exchanged rings and took their vows solemnly.
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But came morning, she found that he’d taken the ring off again, and from then on, he’d only wear it when they went to visit Fiona at the family house.
Back then, her heart was ablaze with passion, and she was bold. Even if Remington objected, she’d shamelessly pester him until he wore that wedding ring.
But now, her heart had cooled, and even asking him why he still wore it took gathering half a day’s courage. She didn’t even want to see him with that ring anymore, it was an eyesore.
Lizetta stubbornly fixed her gaze on Remington, saying, “It’ll be quick. I promise I won’t disturb your driving. Besides, I forced that ring on you in the past, so it’s only right I’m the one to take it off now, to bring things full circle.”
Right on cue, the traffic light turned red. Remington stopped the car, and Lizetta cracked a smile, “Seems like fate agrees.”
She reached for his hand, but he dodged her grasp. Lizetta was taken aback, staring at him in confusion.
Remington looked back at her, “You really don’t want me wearing it that much?”
She nodded slightly, and a dark look flashed in Remington’s deep eyes. He scoffed, “Fine.”
He slipped the ring off himself but, in the next instant, rolled down the window, turned, and flung the ring out with force.
“Remington!”
Lizetta saw his action, her heart jolted, and she almost instinctively reached out of the car window on his side, as if trying to catch something.
Remington turned back, grabbed Lizetta’s wrist, and yanked her closer, bridging the gap
between them
He
fuss?”
ad her down, up close and personal, “You said it was a bother, I tossed it, so why the
