Chapter 330
Lizetta was blissfully unaware that the man lying in the hospital bed had turned as cold as ice.
Remington’s gaze shifted from the joyous figure of the woman to the closed eyelids of his own contemplation
Memories began to flood his mind
Ever since Lizetta arrived at the Dashiell household, she had been sensible and well behaved, but her interactions with Lucian were
different
From a young age, she refused to call him in a formal way.
As kids, they’d occasionally tussle and bicker, acting like the best of frenemies.
In Lucian’s presence, Lizetta was her true, lively self, a stark contrast to the overly polite girl she was around Remington
Her first time getting drunk was with Lucian, and she even called out his name in her sleep afterward.
Her first all–nighter was spent at the beach with Lucian, watching the stars.
For Lizetta’s college graduation, Remington, despite being severely injured abroad, rushed back to celebrate with her.
In the campus grounds. Lucian lifted her in her graduation gown, refusing to let her down, balancing her on his shoulder.
She playfully tugged at Lucian’s hair, half–annoyed, half–amused.
1 like you, okay? Happy now, Lucian? You’re such a pest!”
Lucian responded by spinning her around, her laughter mingling with his under the sun–drenched trees.
And then
The diary hidden in Remington’s office drawer, filled with youthful musings amusingly, he wasn’t its main subject.
Yet, he masochistically memorized every page.
Remington clenched his fists. If it weren’t for that night four years ago, perhaps they would’ve been together by now.
Remi, are you asleep?” Lizetta’s voice suddenly broke the silence, jolting Remi awake.
For a moment, Lizetta thought she saw a flash of deep emotion in his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.
“What’s up?”
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Lizetta had been thinking about Lucian’s plans to start a racing tmck, which naturally led her to think about her own plans to study
abroad.
She realized she hadn’t discussed this with Remington yet and was eager to bring it up.
“It’s about my study abroad plans. I don’t want to give up on them. With Donies busy touring the world and unable to teach, and being born soon, it’s the perfect timing for me to start classes next year.”
Remi frowned slightly. “Joy is going to need her mother. Maybe we should reconsider your study abroad plans in a few years.”
If she went abroad, they’d be forced to spend even less time together.
The last time they were apart, he missed crucial moments of her youth, allowing Lucian to take up space in her heart.
setbacks. Now, with their marriage finally on the mend and a baby on the way, Remington didn’t want to risk any
with
Jay
He knew she loved to dance, and there were plenty of opportunities right here in her homeland, with top dance companies willing to take her in she had to do was say the word, and he’d make it happen.
In three or four years, once their relationship was more stable and their child a bit older, if she still wanted to study abroad, he wouldn’t object
She was only twenty–two, with a long dance career ahead of her. Remington felt there was no need to rush.
Especially so soon after giving birth, her body needed time to recover, and diving back into intense dance rehearsals for eight or nine hours a day was out of the question.
But Lizetta was stunned. How could she possibly wait a few more years?
How many more years would that be?
She had already delayed her dreams for too long; she couldn’t give up on this opportunity.
Remington could suppon Lucian’s dreams wholeheartedly, but why dismiss hers without a second thought?
Was the destined to only be Mrs. Dashiell in his eyes, or was their child the only thing that truly mattered to him?
Did her career aspirations, her pursuits, and h happiness not matter because she was expected to devote herself entirely to their child?
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She refused to be seen as the pitiful Mrs. Dashiell any longer
She needed her own stage, her own path.
“Remi”
Lizetta attempted to argue her point, but the man in the bed turned away, his back radiating an indescribable chill
Lizetta’s heart, once fluttering with excitement, slowly sank
