Chapter 284
When Remington reached out to help Lizetta fuck a strand of hair behind her ear for the umpteenth time, she blocked his hand.
She turned to look at him, “Remi, aren’t you gonna grab a bite?”
It seemed like Remington had been so busy fussing over her that he hadn’t even touched his silverware.
“I had a bite earlier. I’m good just watching you eat.”
Lizetta was left speechless
But being watched like a hawk while eating was kind of a pressure cooker for her.
“I’ll get indigestion, what are you up to?”
Lizetta put down her utensils and faced Remington, deciding to ditch the meal altogether.
A shadow passed over Remington’s deep eyes. He just wanted to have a meal with her, and now she was talking indigestion.
Remington’s lips pressed into a thin line, he nodded slightly, and stood up.
“I’ll be in the living room. Have a little more to eat.”
He strode towards the living room, leaving Lizetta biting her lip, sensing a tinge of loneliness in his departing figure.
She instantly felt a pang of guilt, as if she’d done something to wound him.
Oh, the tragedy of being a lapdog!
No way, no how.
Lizetta slapped her head and kept on eating.
After finishing her meal and stepping out of the dining room, she found Remington on the couch scrolling through his phone, bathed in sunlight, his watch casting a cool gleam, exuding an air of detached elegance and indifference.
It was like the man who had been so attentive during her meal had vanished.
But this was more like him, and it actually helped Lizetta unwind.
She walked over, plopped down on the couch, and reached out to him.
“Where’s my phone?”
Her phone had been confiscated by Remington since yesterday. She had looked for it earlier in her room after freshening up but couldn’t find it.
She had promised Yolanda she’d check in upon landing, and she hadn’t yet, probably leaving her friend. worried sick.
Instead of responding to her question, Remington grabbed Lizetta’s hand, saying, “I’m keeping your phone for now. You’ll get it back once you’ve sorted things out in your head.”
Lizetta was stumped. “Sorted what out? What do you mean?”
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Chapter 284
“It’s about realizing what you should tell me, and understanding that leaving me isn’t the smartest move.”
His voice was low and smooth, even mild
But the domineering undertone sent a shiver down Lizetta’s spine.
it hit her that Remington’s interference wasn’t a whim, not just because he was irked by her escape, wanting to shame her one last time.
He was serious—he had regrets!
Regrets about the divorce, turning her whole plan upside down.
The window of freedom she had struggled to crack open was slammed shut with a simple slap from him, sealed tight
Lizetta was livid, yanking her hand back and grabbing a cushion to hurl at him.
Tve got nothing to sort out! You’re the one who needs a reality check, Remington–are you out of your mind?”
He caught the cushion effortlessly, his eyebrows not even flinching.
“No, you’ll come around. Just chill at home and think some more. I’ve got a business lunch, can’t join you. but I’ll be back for dinner”
With that he stood up, leaned in to peck her on the head before she could react, and then he was off with long strides.
Lizetta’s chest heaved with emotion, and she couldn’t help but dash after him.
But as soon as she reached the foyer, two servants popped up, blocking her way.
“Move it”
“Mrs Dashiell, where do you wish to go?”
The servants were respectful yet unyielding.
Lizetta glared at them. “Did Remington forbid me to go out?”
“Mr. Dashiell mentioned you need rest. If you’d like to stroll, we’re to accompany you in the garden. If you wish to go out, Mr. Dashiell will take you after he’s finished with his work.”
So, basically, she was confined to the Oakridge Heights villa.
Lizetta laughed out of sheer frustration. Remington was actually restricting her freedom!
What was he playing at? Was he planning to keep her locked up until she agreed to call off the divorce, until she gave up the idea of leaving him?
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