The guy had ice in his eyes and a chill that crept into one’s bones.


    Lizetta chickened out, which was kindame but, hey, he just did her a solid. At least she kept up


    appearances as Mrs. Dashiell in front of the others.


    Joseph pouted, “Remi, when are you gonna hand over the bracelet to Liz?”


    Lizetta’s eyshes fluttered; deep down, it bugged her.


    Remington didn’t send the family bracelet to Evelina, which gave her a secret thrill and a glimmer of


    hope.


    But Remington’s voice was as frosty as ever, “After pulling a stunt like that, you still expect the


    bracelet? Even if Evelina didn’t get it, doesn’t mean it’s only belong to her!”


    Lizetta felt a chill in her heart, and Remington couldn’t read her expression as she hung her head low.


    He was about to suggest that if someone would just swallow their pride, admit their mistake, and cut


    out the constant divorce drama, he might still. give up the bracelet. But before he could say it, Lizetta


    looked up and, with a smile, told Joseph.


    “I couldn’t care less about that bracelet, so drop it, will you?”


    Remington’s handsome face darkened. Of course she didn’t care; she didn’t even give a damn about


    him.


    He stood up, his voice cold as ice, “When you mess up, you better show some attitude. Go and face


    the wall and reflect on what you’ve done wrong!”


    Joseph could tell he was really ticked off this time and didn’t dare talk back, just mumbled, “Okay.”


    The kid hopped off the bed and shuffled over to stand in the corner. Lizetta didn’t budge, though. She


    wasn’t his little sister, and she wasn’t about to stand in punishment.


    She grabbed a basin of water and headed for the bathroom. As she brushed


    past Remington, he grabbed her wrist hard enough to almost make her drop the basin.


    She bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain, defiantly met his gaze, and said with a sarcastic smile,


    “What’s the n? Squeeze till my hand breaks to get back at me for Evelina?”


    This woman must be going through a dyed rebellious phase. She used to be so well–behaved, and


    now she was prickly as a little hedgehog.


    He could get a mouthful from her without saying a word.


    Remington let go and gave a cold smirk, “You’re overthinking it. Your hands. ain’t worth as much as


    Evelina’s; she’s a violinist.”


    With that, he turned and left, the hospital room door mming shut with a bang.


    Lizetta felt like she’d been pricked with needles. Yeah, Evelina’s hands were precious, ying a single


    tune and Remington would throw down 200 grand.


    What was she inparison? She gulped down her frustration before finally stepping into the


    bathroom.


    She figured Remington must have seen Evelina again; he had to hurt the feelings of his beloved and


    now probably had to figure out how to sweet–talkN?velDrama.Org owns ? this.


    her.


    With her head down, she rinsed and wrung out the towel, hanging it on the rack near the corner, when


    the sound of the door opening came from behind.


    Without turning, Lizetta said softly.


    “Joseph, no monkey business, okay? The old devil’s cunning as a fox; he’ll probably double back to


    check on you. Get back to your spot and look all obedient; that might cool his temper once he gets


    back and sees it. Add some crocodile tears even when you have to pinch your leg for them, and your


    could probably charm your way out of this.”


    Having finished her piece, she didn’t hear an answer from Joseph and was about to look back when a


    chilling voice came from beside her ear.


    “Old devil? Cunning as a fox? Charm my way out?”


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    His voice was frosty, making the hairs on the back of Lizetta’s neck stand on end. She straightened up,


    standing stiff as a board like she was being punished with a military stance, even more cowed than


    Joseph.


    As Lizetta realized this, her temper red, and she was about to walk away when his arms caged her in


    from both sides, his broad chest warm and imposing against her back.


    Frozen, she said, “How dare you eavesdrop!”


    Remington snorted, “Now you’re really ying the me game, huh? I walked


    in fair and square. You’re the one talking to me, so how am I the one


    eavesdropping?”


    “Listening in without permission is still eavesdropping. I was talking to Joseph, not you.”


    She threw out all sorts of twisted logic, but Remington couldn’t be bothered to argue with her


    childishness and just scoffed.


    “Oh really? And how else would I find out about all these little schemes you have up your sleeve to deal


    with me?”


    ying sweet, crying, acting cute – those were her go–to moves to handle him, and if those failed,


    she’d fake being sick.


    But truth be told, she’d always listened to him and hardly ever resorted to those tactics. Still, being


    called out made Lizetta’s face heat up, and the sting on her pped cheek burned even more.


    As she was feeling ufortable, a cool sensation pressed against her swollen right cheek. It was


    Remington, holding an ice pack, applying a coldpress to her face.


    The shock of cold made Lizetta shiver.


    “Does it hurt?” He asked softly, right by her ear.


    The defenses Lizetta had crumbled; her voice was soft and tinged with emotion as she asked, “Do you


    ever care?”