Chapter 199
The coolness suddenly snapped Lizetta awake.
Her eyes flew open, and in a flurry, she shoved the man on top of her.
Remington felt her resistance and let go, lifting his head.
Lizetta’s face was flushed as she turned her head away, gasping for air with a soft whimper.
“No, don’t.”
Remington froze, with his Adam’s apple bobbing; he had used all his self–control to roll off
her. He unzipped his hoodie and stood up, heading over to the window.
Lizetta sat up silently, awkwardly fixing her messy clothes and hair.
She hung her head low, trying to calm her nerves.
Behind her, Remington’s voice broke the silence, “Your hair is still wet, come over here.”
Lizetta looked back and saw him back to his normal self; with a hairdryer plugged in, he gestured her to come over.
With her hair still damp, she got up and walked over.
“I’ve got it.”
But Remington pressed on her shoulders, making her sit on the bed.
He flicked the switch, and warm air started to blow onto her scalp.
Lizetta sat up straight, feeling his fingers gently weaving through her hair.
Her hair was nice–silky and straight, thick and dense. Remington seemed quite taken, spending a long time drying it.
When he finally turned off the dryer, Lizetta suddenly looked up and said,
“Remember the orange candy you fed me that day? Do you still remember it?”
Remington put down the dryer, “Which day are we talking about?*
“The day you brought me back to the Dashiell family, fourteen years ago.”
Remington thought for a moment, but the details were a blur, even though he remembered how he brought her back.
Seeing the look on his face, Lizetta knew he had forgotten it, and she said,
“That day, I nearly died at the hands of Hans Gardenia. It was a close shave, and all I could see was red, and the taste of blood in my mouth. You brought me back, called the
family doctor, but I wouldn’t let the doc near me. Then you popped an orange candy in my mouth, and I still remember what you said.”
A faint smile played on Lizetta’s lips, “You said, ‘Eat the candy, and it won’t hurt. Is it sweet? Let the doctor check you out, and I will give you a whole jar of these candies, okay? There are other flavors too. Liz, wanna try them?”
Hearing this, Remington seemed to grasp at a faint memory.
He chuckled, with his lips curving slightly, “So, I managed to cheer you up with just a candy back then?”
Lizetto nodded with a smile, while her gaze dropped to hide the surge of emotions.
He didn’t know that this was the first candy she had tasted in two years since being abandoned by her parents from the Hawthorne family at the age of six.
That candy was from him.
After that day, she was a child with candies again, and it was like a beam of light shining Into her world.
The next day, Remington did give her a jar full of colorful fruit–flavored candies.
But all these years, her favorite remained the orange–flavored ones; she always remembered the taste of that candy from that night.
“Yeah, after all these years, that’s the only trick you’ve got!” Lizetta playfully stuck her tongue out at Remington.
Remington clicked his tongue, while his deep eyes showed an unusual hint of amusement, which made him look very tender.
“Teasing me, huh? But it seems like this trick works just fine on you.”
Lizetta’s ears turned a bit red as she looked down.
She sat there, looking exceptionally soft and tender.
Remington leaned forward slightly, cupping her small face and lifting her head.
“Still need candy to be cheered up at this age, feeling shy?”
Lizetta’s cheeks warmed, with a touch of bashfulness in her expression.
Remington suddenly said, “Back then, a candy sweet–talked a little sister. Now, can a candy sweet–talk you into being Mrs. Dashiell again?”
Lizetta’s hands clenched suddenly on the edge of the bed.
Her breath hitched for a moment; looking at Remington’s now serious, intense gaze, she gently but firmly shook her head, smiling,
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“But I’ve grown up, not so easily fooled anymore, cut it out”
She reached out, pushing away Remington’s hands from her face, and hood us
