Chapter 242OHMIBO
Remington eyer Lizetta’s icy face, tightenert tes grip on the steering wheel but let out a light cluble
“Don’t care at all, huh?”
Lizetta glanced at him, meeting his gare, and felt her heart uncontrollably skip a beat.
But her response was linn, “Not a bur”
Once bitten, twice shy, she couldn’t help but suspect he was pulling the wool over her eyes again.
Remington felt as if he’d been struck by an invisible arrow in the chest, and he scoffed softly, saying.
“Great, you just forget how I mined you‘
Lizetta had been called an ingrate by him before, and this comment wasnt far off, but it oddly carried an indescribable extra layer of affection and indulgence
Remington seemed a bit different tonight.
Her ears tingled, her heart raced, she feigned a yawn, and then she closed
“So sleepy, gonna catch some z
Remington didn’t respond, and after a while, he turned to look at the woman’s closed eyes and the slightly trembling lashes, his lips curling slightly
Downstairs now.
Remington leaned over to pick up Joseph, and Lizetta led the way to lay him on her bed.
“There, you better scoot now, just have someone pick up Joseph in the morning.”
Lizetta was quick to shoo him away, not even offering a drop of water as hospitality.
Remington’s paze swept across the small bedroom, settling on two large boxes and a suitcase in the comer
“Packing up already?” he inquired
Joseph stirred on the bed, and Lizetta, worried about waking him, gestured for Remington to talk in the living room.
After closing the bedroom door, she turned and said, “Yeah, slowly getting things sorted.”
Remington thought about her imminent departure, a gloom settling in his eyes,
He turned and strode over surprisingly taking a seat on the couch.
Lizetta frowned. “Didn’t say you could sit.”
Tim thirsty, it’s not too much to fetch a glass of
of water for me, right?”
Grinding her teeth, Lizetta turned to pour him water and handed it over, urging. “Drink up.”
Remington took it with a frown, “Cold?”
So Lizetta snatched the glass back, saying, “Forget it if you don’t
Remington clicked his tongue but didn’t let go, “I’ll drink.”
He took a sip, then declared, “I’m staying over tonight”
1 want it.”
Lizetta hadn’t expected him to push his luck, and her face turned frosty
“No way, finish your water and get lost!”
Even if Yolanda wasn’t coming back from the set tonight, there’s no way Lizetta would let Remington stay.
They had just signed their divorce papers, for crying out loud!
Remington leisurely took another sip, then set the glass on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, loosened his tie, and crossed his legs as he said.
“I didn’t ask for your permission”
Lizetta burst out laughing in disbelief, “Mr. Dashiell, before you start barking orders, please remember, this ain’t the Starlight Group, nor is it the Dashiell family home.”
Remington nodded, “But this is Zion City, and I call the shots in Zion City.”
Lizetta was speechless.
In Zion City, he indeed had the final say; even if Lizetta called the cops, they wouldn’t dare evict this big shot.
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Lizetta’s face was a picture of bottled up fury, while a gint of amusement hashed in falángtörts øyes i
*Joseph’s condition is unstable, he could get a layer is a nechined any time during the night. I he kick up a fuss, you wont be sule to get him to the hospital on time by yourself.
Lizetta thought about the scenes he described, her expresston tam with in
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Remington stood up, Torget it, 1 step in the car, just filter if you need anything
Saying so, he made his way to the entrance tea tall and straight withitta quackly reaching a foyer
He seemed to be genuinely concement about Joseph, with no sterior motives
But it was winter now, and the car
If he kept the heater on in the
Lizette thought about the video Joseph had sent her, about Remington standing up for her today, and with gritted teeth, that finally spoke up.
Tine, do whatever you want, but I don’t have a bed for you if you’re willing to rough it on the court then
Tine by me
Before she could finish, the man turned and headed for the couch, casually tossing has sust jacket to the side
He made himself at home with such ease, as if he were in his own place.
Lizetta was speechless
Why did it feel like she’d been tricked?
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Chapter 242
Lizetta’s face was a picture of bottled–up fury, while a glint of amusement flashed in Remington’s eyes before he spoke.
“Joseph’s condition is unstable, he could get a fever or a nosebleed any time during the night. If he kicks up a fuss, you won’t be able to get him to the hospital on time by yourself”
Lizetta thought about the scenarios he described, her expression torn with hesitation.
Remington stood up, Torget it. Mi sleep in the car, just holler if you need anything”
Saying so, he made his way to the entrance, his tall and straight silhouette quickly reaching the foyer.
He seemed to be genuinely concemed about Joseph, with no ulterior motives
But it was winter now, and the car would be freezing at night; plus, Remington was only wearing a suit.
If he kept the heater on in the car, it would be even more risky
Lizetta thought about the video Joseph had sent her, about Remington standing up for her today, and with gritted teeth, she finally spoke up.
“Fine, do whatever you want, but I don’t have a bed for you. If you’re willing to rough it on the couch then…”
“Fine by me.
Before she could finish, the man turned and headed for the couch, casually tossing his suit jacket to the side.
He made himself at home with such ease, as if he were in his own place.
Lizetta was speechless.
Why did it feel like she’d been tricked?
