Lizetta held her breath, waiting for the man’s response.


    “If I wasn’t concerned about you, what am I doing now?”


    His answer was nonchnt, but Lizetta’s heart couldn’t help but race out of control.


    His protectiveness, his response, somehow sparked a tiny bit of hope in her heart again.


    Her eyes misted over, “When I hit Evelinast time, did you feel sorry for her too? Did you ice her up?”


    Remington chuckled, “Take a guess.”


    Without a direct answer, that must mean yes!


    Lizetta felt like smashing his head in.


    She turned around in anger, and Remington’s body pressed closer again.


    Faced with him once more, she was cornered between his body and the wall, ring at him with her


    head tilted back.


    Remington’s lips curved slightly, appearing leisurelyposed.


    “Caring so much, yet you won’t admit you’re jealous?”


    Lizetta thought he was insane, her expression cooling off.


    “We’re not divorced yet; you’re my husband. Women do not like being cuckolded either, okay?”


    The smile in Remington’s eyes faded slightly, “Since you know we’re not divorced, then move back


    home.”


    Why could he bring this up again? Lizetta wanted to remind him that they would be divorced by now if


    he hadn’t broken theirst appointment.


    But Remington preempted her: “I had the bedroom cleaned up, everything’s new – the sofa, the


    carpets, the bedding.”


    Thinking of previously encountering Evelina when she returned, Lizetta’s face went stone–cold.


    “You can clean a room, but you can’t wash away the filth that’s gotten into my eyes and heart! I’m not


    coming back, get away! Go coddle your Evelina!”


    She pushed at Remington hard, not expecting him to actually stumble backward, his expression


    changing slightly.


    “Ouch.”


    In the cramped space, his intake of breath was especially noticeable.


    Lizetta, slightly panicked, grabbed his arm and urgently unbuttoned his shirt cuff to roll it up.


    “What’s going on? Hasn’t your arm wound healed?”


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    Rolling up the sleeve, there was indeed a bandage on his forearm, stained with traces of blood.


    Lizetta’s expression changed, and she said angrily.


    “Why hasn’t it healed after so many days? What have you been doing, haven’t you taken care of


    yourself on the trip?”


    Remington has a strong ability to heal; minor wounds can heal overnight without medication. However,


    it’s been seven or eight days since this injury, and it’s still bleeding. This is abnormal.


    Thinking of Joseph’s illness, Lizetta couldn’t help but fear the worst, anxiety


    written all over her face.


    She grabbed Remington, wanting to rush outside to call a doctor.


    But she couldn’t pull him along. Instead, Remington grabbed her wrist, gave a gentle pull, and Lizetta


    turned and fell into his arms, where he held her tightly.


    Lizetta froze, his chin resting on top of her head, his voice carrying a smile.


    “You’re this worried about me?”


    Lizetta took a shallow breath, his presence always managing to make her feel instantly at peace.


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    “Stop talking nonsense,” she murmured.


    Even if not as husband and wife, they still had an unbreakable bond of sibling–like affection.


    Even if divorced, she would still be the person most wishing for his peace and happiness in this world.


    “Then let me hold you for a while.” Remington’s chin moved slightly, making Lizetta’s head itch where it


    rubbed against her.


    His voice seemed to carry a tone of affection; Lizetta thought she must have made it out of her mind.


    She smiled helplessly, “I’m not a miracle cure that can heal wounds, you know? Stop it, let’s get a


    doctor to check it out.”


    Remington sighed, “I know what’s going on. There’s a set of traditional remedies for stopping bleeding


    and promoting tissue growth. Just do as I say. Now, raise your hand.”


    His voice was serious, and Lizetta subconsciously obeyed, raising her hand and following his


    instructions.


    “Put it on my waist.”


    “Okay, and then what?”


    “Pat it gently, smooth it.”


    Lizetta was puzzled, “Are you sure you got it right?”


    Despite her question, she still obediently patted and smoothed down his back. After a while without


    further instructions, she asked, “What’s next step?”


    Remington’s voice held a smile, “Tell me. I’m not being stubborn, no more talk of divorce.”


    “I’m not…” Lizetta repeated, then suddenly realized.


    She had been so concerned that she got yed by him!


    She was mad at herself for being slow and at him for being wicked. She


    pushed him away, her face flushed with anger.


    “Remington, can you be any more childish!”


    She was genuinely worried about him, and he was just ying her!


    Lizetta turned to leave, reaching for the door handle, but Remington quickly caught up and ced his


    hand over the door.


    He lowered his eyes, “I’m serious. I wasn’t ying you. Don’t you know that wound healing is closely


    rted to mood? This is all because of you


    upsetting me. If you behave and stop making me angry, the wound will naturally heal.”


    Lizetta scoffed, “I’m not some dog you’ve raised. I can’t just obediently listen.” She pulled the door with


    force, and Remington’s cool voice sounded above her head.