Lizetta stared wide-eyed, "What girlfriend!?"
Was Remington really this good at ying along now?
The truth was, he really was.
With an innocent yet earnest expression, he replied, "I''m your soon-to-be boyfriend. To me, you''re the only choice. You''ve been my girlfriend for ages, and you''re on track to upgrade automatically to wife, mother of our kids, lifelong partner..."
Lizetta was speechless.
She had only questioned him once, and he had already imagined their entire life together in his head.
Feeling flustered, Lizetta felt her cheeks heat up. She shot Remington a re and swiftly turned on her heel, heading straight into the bathroom.
Remington watched her retreating figure, a smile curving his lips.
She couldfortably go take a shower with him still there, yet she said he was just a potential boyfriend?
However, in the next moment.
Click.
He heard the distinct sound of the bathroom door being locked, and the smile on his handsome face froze slightly. He clicked his tongue.
When Lizetta emerged from the bathroom, Remington was no longer in the bedroom.
The water stains and footprints on the floor had been cleaned up, and the sheets had been changed, looking particrly neat.
Lizetta nced at the door; it seemed to still be locked from the inside.
Clearly, Remington hadn''t left the apartment. She had no idea how he managed to clean up so quickly.
Drying her hair, she walked over to the bed to grab her phone but noticed a small cake on the side table next to the couch.
Lizetta approached, a bit surprised.
At that moment, her phone buzzed.
Lizetta, sensing who it might be, picked up her phone to see a message from Remington on WhatsApp.
"Sugar-free cake, it''s okay to have some. Don''t go to bed hungry."
Her eyes reflected the soft glow of the screen, a touch of warmth in them as she replied.
"So you knew you stole my dinner?"
She had no clue when or how Remington had prepared the cake, but it was clear that during dinner, he had pretty much eaten everything himself, leaving her with nothing.
What a childish man.
On the other end, Remington seemed to be waiting with his phone in hand, responding swiftly.
"Little cake for my precious, don''t be mad. *pats head cat emoji*"
Lizetta nced at the tempting little cake on the table and then at the cute emoji he
sent. She couldn''t muster any anger.
Great, now he was even trying to be adorable.
But then, her thoughts shifted. If he was so good at understanding and charming
her, why was he so distant and cold before?
Did that mean he knew how to be decent but chose to act like a jerk?
Her mood swung again, and Lizetta felt a flicker of anger.
With a soft huff, she only sent him a single emoji back before setting her phone aside, sitting down to unwrap the little cake.
Outside in the rain-drenched driveway of Maple Cottage, a Maybach sat quietly.
In the driver''s seat, Remington held
his phone, staring at the emoji ofa cat getting a yful smack on the head that Lizetta had sent. His brow furrowed in thought.
What was going on? She seemed upset.
The rain drummed harder against the windshield, and Remington turned to look out the window.
Through the rain, he could just make out the light from Lizetta''s bedroom on the second floor.
Seeing that light, his brow eased.
Because he knew she was there, within reach.
Not like the past four months when he was consumed with longing, not even knowing where to go to be near her.
He had booked countless flights to Tranquil Meadows, only to leave the tickets untouched.
It wasn''t that he didn''t want to see her; he was afraid his presence would disrupt her peace, plunging her back into pain.
He was also afraid that if he saw her, he wouldn''t be able to resist bringing her back. Thankfully...
She had returned and was willing to give him another chance.
Remington thought about this, ncing back at his phone. Suddenly being yfully smacked didnt seem so bad, and he couldn''t help but smile. ?wnovels