Remington said he was gonna give Lizetta a ride, and though she was kinda annoyed inside, she
couldn’t really argue with him.
“Let go, I gotta go find Ynda first.”
If he insisted on ying chauffeur, let him. He was the one throwing a bash to pave the way for
Evelina, and then bailing midway – if anyone was gonna be left holding the bag, it was Evelina, not her.
Seeing her nod, Remington finally let go of her waist.
“Meet me in the parking lot.”
The
guy
said his piece and then took off. He left his phone in the private room; gotta go
back for it.
Heading up the stairs, he came across two girls walking towards him, glued to a phone
screen.
“This race car driver is just too hot, right? Is that his girlfriend? Hugging in public like that, they must be
an item. They’re such a visual feast, even more shippable than celebs!”
“Totally, he’s my new idol, the first guy to burst into F1! So freaking cool, it’s just that racing isn’t big
here; otherwise with those looks and his record–breaking feats, he’d be a national heartthrob for sure!”
They walked past Remington, who nced at the phone screen, spotting Lucian hugging some short–
haired chick, looked like it was at the racing club, and Lucian was wearing the same outfit asst night
when he dropped Lizetta home.
In a sh, Remington’s eyes were filled with a frosty chill. No wonder that woman was acting so offst
night.
His ferocious look was so intense it startled the girls, who turned to look back, but onl caught a glimpse
of his tall, retreating figure. Even his profile and poise were top–notch, leaving them both blushing.
In the parking lot.
Ynda, arm in arm with Lizetta, couldn’t help but ask her, “Do you think Evelina’s baby might not
really be Remington’s?”
Ynda had got eyes like an affair detector, she noticed right away that Lizetta’s lips looked a bit
swollen when she came back.
Pressed by her, Lizetta had no choice but to give her a brief rundown of what just went down.
Lizetta shrugged, “Remington says it’s not his, but he seems to care a lot.”
N?velDrama.Org owns ? this.
She was getting annoyed, she didn’t want to dig into it anymore. Whether it was his or she was over it
the marriage was gonna end anyway.
Ynda gripped Lizetta’s hand, if he says it’s not his, maybe it really is. Hand he been stalling the
divorce? if the kid was really his, you’d think he’d benching to get the divorce over with. Liz, maybe you
should watch him a bit longer?
Lizetta looked at her, dibobted, Ynda used to be all for her getting a divorce
“What’s up with you?”
“Well, I just, ah, being a single mom is tough, and Eveline is just vile. if her kid 19th Remington’s,
maybe Badass Remington isn’t beyond saving. You pulling out now wouldn’t that just hand Evelina a
win on a silver te?
Ynda’s words left Lizetta silent she touched her lower bely. Yean what if the baby grew up and found
out she had a chance to give them aplete family and didn’t take it? Would her kid me her?
Just then, driver Christ hurried over, Mrs. Dashiell the boss can’t make it back right now he sent me to
drive you and Ynda
Christ went to open the car door, but Ynda was grinding her team cake back what I just said.”
She shouldn’t have said anything nice about that jerk Of course Remington couldnt leave he couldn’t
bear to part with Evelina
Lizetta gave a faint smile, took Ynda by the arm, and told Christ. “No need, we’ve already called a
cab.”
“Yeah, who cares about riding in Badass Remington’s luxury car? Probably still reeks of some vixen in
there!” Ynda said loudly, dragging Lizetta away.
Christ looked anxious and hurried after them, “Mrs. Dashiell, you’ve got it wrong. Evelina didn’t ride
with the bossing here, they met at the entrance. There’s no smell in the car! The boss told me to
drive you.”
Christ couldn’t catch up; Lizetta and Ynda were already in the cab.
Lizetta told Christ through the car window, “I’m the one who doesn’t want to ride in his car he won’t give
you trouble for it. Go back.”
Christ still followed a few steps, reminding her, “Mrs. Dashiell, the boss said he has to change the
dressing on his arm wound today; remember toe back tonight.”
Now that she’d got less on her te, Lizetta had got some free time. She visited Thaddeus at the
hospital, chatted with him for a while, and massaged his legs.
As she was about to leave, Jolin showed up. She’d got a new perm, makeup done, wearing a thin
cashmere cardigan over a ck dress, toting an Hermes bag – one would
think she was some wealthydy.
She grabbed Lizetta’s hand, but couldn’t keep up the pretense for long, “Liz, I’m a bit
strapped for cashtely; got any money to spare? Give me some. Been stressed with your brother’s
condition, wanna go abroad with my friends to unwind.”
Lizetta pulled her hand away, “I’m broke.”