Unexpectedly, the man shifted closer, gently nudging her side.


    Lizetta blinked, "What are you doing?"


    The man''s lips curled into a yful smile, his voice filled with amusement.


    "Finding my soil."


    Lizetta was taken aback. Was she really the soil he depended on?


    In the past, it was always her depending on him, looking up to him, surviving under his protection.


    He was both her brother and her lover, and she stood in his shadow, waiting for him to turn around.


    Yet now, he imed she was his soil.


    Without her, his tree, no matter how lush, would quickly wither away, lost and unsupported.


    Lizetta felt something heavy hit her heart, momentarily forgetting to look away.


    Until...


    "Uh-oh."


    A peculiar sound abruptly interrupted. Lizetta looked up to see Ynda standing a short distance away, eyes wide with shock.


    Lizetta''s heart skipped a beat, suddenly feeling like a teenager caught by a parent while secretly dating the ss bad boy.


    She immediately jumped up, putting a good six feet between her and Remington, meeting Ynda''s curious and uncertain gaze.


    "Yoli, did you and Cassius sort things out? Are you hungry? How about we grab a bite before heading out?"


    Lizetta approached, trying to usher Ynda away.


    But Ynda hesitated, her suspicious gaze darting between Lizetta and the man crouching there.


    "Liz, what''s going on here?"


    Something about the atmosphere seemed off.


    Could it be that notorious Remington was up to something again? Surely Liz wasn''t falling for his antics?


    "We''re not up to anything. Mr. Dashiell identally knocked over some nts, and I was just helping him rent them."


    Lizetta waved her hand dismissively, exining.


    Hearing Lizetta still refer to Remington as Mr. Dashiell, Ynda felt somewhat reassured.


    She thought maybe she had misinterpreted the seemingly cozy scene she''d stumbled upon.


    And that scent of romance she thought she''d caught a whiff of? Surely her senses were just ying tricks on her.


    How could Lizetta possibly forgive that troublemaker Remington so easily?


    "I''m not hungry. I feel a bit queasy awant to leave," Ynda


    said, pulling


    Lizetta to her side


    separating her from Remington


    Lizetta, recognizing the look on Ynda''s face, realized things with Cassius hadn''t gone well.


    "Alright, let''s go then."


    On the balcony, Remington could sense Ynda''s wary and dismissive attitude.


    He stood up leisurely, cing the potted sulents back on the European-style nt stand and removing his gloves.


    "I''ll drive you."


    He stepped forward, tall and poised, his long legs quickly bringing him back to Lizetta''s side.


    "No need to trouble Mr. Dashiell."


    "The neighborhood doesn''t allow outside vehicles, and it''s not easy walking out," Remington replied coolly.


    Cassius''s vi was tucked away by a


    windingkeside path, surrounded


    by other mansions, and the area


    by.otter ampansions, and the


    quite expansive.


    >


    Remington had taken a good ten minutes just driving through the neighborhood


    earlier. Lizetta held onto Ynda.


    "Yoli, let him drive us. I came here in his car anyway."


    Ynda didn''t respond, so Remington started walking towards the exit.


    "Let''s go."


    Ynda watched his retreating figure, rubbing her eyes.


    She could hardly believe the sophisticated and powerful Mr. Dashiell, who moments ago was obediently crouching on a cramped


    balcony like a garden helper was now willingly ying their chauffeur.


    It was unsettling.


    Compared to the cunning and strategic Remington, Cassius''s transparent ploys


    wereughably weak.