Chapter 377
His voice held a restrained emotion that Lizetta couldn’t quite grasp, nor did she want to, but slowly she calmed down.
“Easy now, let’s talk.”
Seeing her regain her composure, Remington let out a sigh of rellef and leaned down to kiss Lizetta’s forehead.
But as his lips touched her, she stiffened uncontrollably. A shadow passed over Remington’s eyes, the neon lights from outside slicing his stern profile into intermittently dark and light segments, casting an eerie glow.
Lizetta felt a shiver in her heart and finally spoke up, “Alright, go ahead. I’m listening!
Her face was still full of resistance, a look of having to comply rather than wanting to, making Remington feel utterly powerless.
He swallowed hard, his patience reaching its limit as he grabbed Lizetta’s chin with a frosty tone, full of anger, “Before that, shouldn’t you explain to me what you meant by saying the child isn’t mine, huh?”
Lizetta’s cold gaze suddenly blazed with anger at his accusatory tone, “What’s there to explain?”
Her defiant words were suddenly silenced by his kiss.
Lizetta was held tight, her lips forcibly parted in his usual dominating and irresistible manner. Remington felt her slipping away from him more and more. He wanted her to trust and rely on him like before, but his efforts seemed to always backfire.
He desperately wanted to prove something with this intimacy, but the deeper he kissed, the more he realized the lack of response from the woman in his arms.
She didn’t struggle, nor did she respond, like a doll without a shell at his mercy.
Anger surged within Remington, his hand moving through her hair, his thumb caressing the sensitive areal behind her ear. His other hand lifted the hem of her shirt, reaching in from behind.
Lizetta didn’t even realize how well he knew her body, succumbing to his subtle and persistent seduction, finally showing some response.
It wasn’t until his hand slid from her side waist to her lower abdomen, overlapping with her hand that was covering her stomach, caressing the baby, that she couldn’t control her tears anymore, whimpering softly.
Remington then pulled away from her lips, gently rubbing her nose, saying, “Take back your spiteful words!” He knew she was acting out of spite without really doubting her, yet he still forced her to retract her words.
Lizetta, feeling both angry and wronged, bit her lip, refusing to speak. His hand threatened to wander again, and Lizetta finally cried out in protest, “I didn’t say anything wrong. Joy has nothing to do with you: she’s mine alone!”
Remington’s dark expression finally cleared, his palm resting lightly on Lizetta’s stomach, mocking gently, “So you mean to say, how did you conceive on your own? Yours, huh? Impressive, a virgin birth?”
Lizetta bit her lip, turning her head away, her voice cold, “The amniotic fluid was drawn; just go do a DNA
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test if you’re so inclined. Whose do you want to test? Hogan’s?”
Before she could finish, Remington abruptly grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him again.
Lizetta couldn’t make a sound, as he stared down at her, “Always pushing my buttons; don’t provoke me on purpose!”
Lizetta’s eyes reddened, making her pale face appear even more delicate.
A pang of pain crossed Remington’s heart; he released her, saying in a deep voice, “I never doubted you. The drawn amniotic fluid is gone; no one will do a paternity test, nor a match test.”
Lizetta looked at him, stunned. She was surprised; today’s events had hurt her more mentally than physically.
Having a paternity test was an insult to her. A match test would make her feel like Joy was just a commodity; she felt she had wronged Joy, bringing her into the world in such a demeaning way.
But Remington said the amniotic fluid was gone. Lizetta felt somewhat touched and comforted, her rigid body gradually relaxing.
Remington breathed a sigh of relief, gently smoothing her slightly disheveled hair.
