Chapter 77 

Evelina called Remington three times, and nobody picked up. 

Thinking about what they were up to, she couldn’t help but slam her phone against the wall. 

She stormed out of the club and even checked the hotel upstairs. She pulled some strings, but there was no sign of Remington and Lizetta booking a room. 

So, did Lizetta tag along with Remington back to Oakridge Heights or what? 

Weren’t they about to split for good? 

Why the heck did she go back? What a homewrecker! 

And Evelina thought of those suggestive noises she heard on the phone. It didn’t take a genius to picture the steamy scene, making Evelina green with envy, wanting to scream her lungs out. 

No way! 

She wasn’t going down without a fight! 

Why should Lizetta, the phony princess, get all the good stuff! 

While Evelina was fuming with impotent rage, Lizetta was zonked out asleep. 

When she woke up the next day and moved a bit, the silky sheets caressed her even silkier skin, and the naked feeling brought all of last night’s memories flooding back. 

The vision of a man on top of her, dripping with sweat and looking all kinds of sexy, made Lizetta’s cheeks turn crimson, and her heart flutter. 

They’d done it three times last night, and the last two rounds, Remington didn’t even bother to cover her 

reyes. 

Two years of marriage, and he never kissed her, not even during the most intimate moments; he never wanted to face her. 

But last night was different; he kissed her, and he was hooked, even in bed, it was different. 

Even if Lizetta didn’t want to overthink, her mind was running wild. 

She forced herself to stop and reached for her phone; it was nearly eight. 

There was a message from Yolanda. Lizetta quickly sent her an emoji, and Yolanda immediately called. 

“Liz, why didn’t you come home last night? Also, did you see the news on Twitter?” 

Lizetta felt awkward admitting she’d followed Remington home, the whole night was a blur, and she was still in a muddle, so she instinctively hid it from Yolanda. 

“Oh, I spent the night dealing with stuff at the hospital. What’s up online?” 

It was normal for Lizetta to stay at the hospital since Thaddeus had a close call; Yolanda didn’t suspect a thing. 

“Some blogger spilled the beans on Twitter that Remington was messing around in a bar last night, even locking lips with some hot chick on stage for everyone to see. They posted a blurry pic, and I swear it’s badass Remington. Evelina even chimed in. You better check it out. When the heck are you and badass Remington getting hitched? If you drag it out, the whole world’s gonna know he treated on you.” 

Lizetta was speechless. 

She’d just libbed to Yolanda and didn’t dare tell her the hot chick might be her. 

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Chapter 77 

She hung up, about to check out the Twitter drama with Evelina, when the door opened, and Remington walked in 

with a tray. 

Lizetta instinctively sat up, tugging the sheets to cover herself. 

“Why cover up? I was the one who bathed you last night.” 

Without him mentioning it, Lizetta hadn’t even noticed. 

She’d been so wiped out she’d fallen asleep right away, and now she was all clean and dry, obviously thanks to Remington’s handiwork. 

He’d never done that before; they didn’t even sleep in the same room at night. 

Lizetta’s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sweetness, her heart racing. 

Remington had already stepped up to the bed, seeing her shy away, he set the tray on the nightstand and leaned in. 

“Aren’t you going to thank me?” 

Lizetta glanced up at him with a reproachful look, “How could you?” 

She started, her voice a bit raspy, and then she closed her mouth, embarrassed. Remington’s lips curved slightly, handing her the cup of water on the tray. 

“Grunt and sweat all night, you must be parched, have a sip.” 

Lizetta’s face heated up again, feeling like smacking him. 

She took the cup and drank, soothing her dry throat, then Remington handed her something else. 

“Take your medicine, too.” 

Lizetta saw the little pill pinched between his fingers, felt like she’d been slapped out of the blue, her blood running cold. 

It was a contraceptive pill. 

“We ran out of condoms at home, I’ll be careful next time.” 

Seeing her hesitation, Remington lifted his hand to rub her head slightly apologetically. 

The condoms they had before were tossed out because of Hanna’s tampering, and there were more in the dressing room, but Evelina threw those out last time she visited. 

Since Lizetta hadn’t come home these days, he’d forgotten to buy more, so they hadn’t taken precautions last night. 

Lizetta took the pill from his hand, looked up at him, and suddenly smiled. 

“So scared I might get pregnant, eh? Next time we’ll have to be extra careful, maybe wear two condoms with a layer of cooling gel in between. If the inner one breaks, I’ll know, and if the outer one breaks, you’ll know. That’s safe enough.‘ 

Remington frowned unhappily. “Lizetta!”