Chapter 210
Remington’s cool, detached gaze swept over the woman who was frantic to the extreme.
His grip on the phone tightened a notch, and with a cold smirk, he said, “No need.”
“What do you mean ‘no need? Are you going to flip–flop again? Why won’t you agree to a divorce? With the way you’re acting, I’m starting to think you’ve fallen for me and can’t let – go!” Lizetta blurted out in desperation.
Remington’s expression was momentarily unreadable, and he raised an eyebrow, “If I said I loved you and couldn’t live without you, would that stop the divorce?”
Lizetta felt like she’d been sucker–punched, her mind thundering with his words.
She stared at Remington, his mocking smile and the icy calm in his eyes snapping her back to reality.
No one confesses love with that look, certainly not with such a sarcastic tone.
Besides, how could Remington possibly love her and not bear to part with her?
Hadn’t two years of a cold, loveless marriage clued her in?
Lizetta clenched her fists, “What’s done is done, there’s no turning back now. We’re getting divorce today.”
She fixed her gaze on Remington.
On that strikingly handsome face, there was no sign of sadness or the embarrassment of being rejected, just endless mockery and nonchalance.
He tapped on his phone casually, “Of course, we’ll divorce.”
He flipped the phone in his hand and redialed Cedric.
The phone rang again, and Cedric, like he was handling a hot potato, dared not ignore it.
“Do you
need a raise for all this drama you’re stirring up?”
Remington’s voice was deep and carried an ominous displeasure for Cedric’s meddling.
Cedric hastily replied, “Mr. Dashiell, I’ll get it immediately and bring it to you.”
After hanging up, Remington glanced at Lizetta with a look that seemed to say, “Don’t flatter yourself, you’re overthinking things big time.”
Lizetta felt embarrassed and bit her lip, turning to look out the window.
The car fell into an awkward silence until they stopped at the civil affairs office.
Cedric hadn’t arrived yet, and the driver, probably feeling the heavy air, took the opportunity to make a quick getaway as soon as he parked.
10:051
Now It was just Lizetta and Remington in the car, he leaned back to rest with his eyes closed, while she couldn’t help but sneak glances at him.
Even without the romance, he was still the most important man in her life.
He had played too many roles in her story.
Her savior, her light, her idol, her guide, he was like a brother, like a father, and also the lover she yearned for but couldn’t have.
For the rest of her life, Lizetta knew, even if time healed all wounds and taught her to lover someone else, it would never be as deep and unforgettable as her love for the man before her.
No one would ever etch their name in her heart with such vivid strokes as he did.
Never again.
With that thought, it felt like a thousand arrows piercing her heart.
Lizetta almost blurted out her desire to not go through with the divorce and give it another
try.
“Seen enough?” Remington suddenly opened his eyes.
As he turned his head to look at her, Lizetta quickly blinked away her sorrow and hid it behind a smile.
“Remi, your tie’s crooked, let me fix it for you.”
She knelt on the seat, leaned over, and without asking, grabbed hold of Remington’s tie.
He had just loosened his tie and undone a couple of shirt buttons.
Lizetta straightened the tie, carefully adjusted the collar, fastened the buttons, and then started to retie the tie from scratch.
Remington looked down at the woman close to him, resembling a dutiful wife doting on her husband.
He thought she might not be as eager to leave as she seemed, and he raised his hand to grasp Lizetta’s wrist, asking in a deep voice.
“Liz, is there anything else you want to say?”
It was not too late to call it off, even if it was just a foolish impulse.
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