Liz finally realized why Martin had been so agreeable about handing over the expensive vi. This was the real trap. By generously giving away a luxurious property for the sake of his precious grandson, he made it nearly impossible for them to refuse his request to let family stay over and care for the boy. Denying him now would seem totally unreasonable and cruel.


    Ste''s eyes lit up as she looked hopefully at Remington. "I can just stay in any guest room. If that''s not convenient, sleeping on the living room sofa is fine too."


    Remington scoffed, ready to reject the idea outright, but Liz tightened her grip on his


    arm.


    "Babe," Liz said sweetly, "let Ms. West stay in the room opposite Ron''s on the


    second floor. It''s close to him, so if he cries during the night, she can get up to check on him right away."


    Remington gave Liz a deeply meaningful look, then nodded. "Alright. You are the hostess here; you can arrange things however you like. I have no objections."


    Ste barely had a moment to rejoice over Remington''s agreement before her heart was flooded with jealousy at his doting tone. But what woman wouldn''t desire a man who was this capable, yet so willing to spoil his own woman? The itch in Ste''s heart grew stronger; she wanted Remington more than ever.


    She turned to her father and said, "Dad, you should head back. It''s gettingte."


    Martin gave her a profound look before finally taking his leave. Ste then followed Liz and Remington upstairs.


    Watching the couple in front of her acting all lovey-dovey-Liz''s arm wrapped around him, his hand resting on her waist-Ste rolled her eyes in silent disgust. Her mood worsened considerably when she saw framed photos of Liz hanging on the hallway walls. Any trace of joy she felt about staying the night rapidly evaporated.


    "You can sleep in this room," Liz said without looking back,pletely ignoring Ste''s shadowing gaze. Once they reached the master bedroom door she pointed to the room across the hall, then turned as if to enter with Remington


    But Ste spoke up. "Liz, Remington, is Ron in the room across from mine? Can I go in and take a look at him?"


    Remington had zero patience for Ste. Ever since she followed them upstairs, he had worn an icy, aloof expression, clearly unwilling to say a single word to her.


    Liz took it upon herself to reply. "This is our master bedroom. My darling is a neat freak; he never lets outsiders into our room. If it gets tainted with some weird smell, he''d be furious. Right, babe?"


    Liz turned to Remington. He merely threw a freezing re over his shoulder at Ste and snapped, "Are you done asking?"


    Sensing his extreme irritation, Ste forced an awkward smile. "Never mind then."


    Remington turned the knob and walked into the bedroom first. Lizgged a step behind, but just as she was about to go in, Ste reached out and grabbed her arm.


    Liz frowned


    and


    looked back. Seeing out of the corner of her eye that


    Remington had stepped away, Ste missed, "Lizetta, are you really


    sleeping in the master bedroom too? You and Remington are divorced. How can you have so little self-respect?" Content bétongs


    Liz found the remark highly amusing. She blinked yfully at Ste. "What''s wrong? Getting anxious seeing me sleep with my boyfriend? Worried you won''t get the chance to offer yourself to his bed tonight?"


    Ste''s face instantly twisted with anger and embarrassment. "Liz, your words are foul! Just because you have no self-respect, don''t project your shamelessness onto others!"