Eveling’s eyes nearly melted as she gazed into Remington’s, yet he made no move toward her.
Then you better go back and rest early”
The man Evelina’s eyes nearly melted as she gazed into Remingtonis, yet he made no move toward
her.
“Ma. Hawthorne? Cedric piped up.
Evelina managed a weak smile and finally pulled her leg back into the car
Cedric mmed the door shut and moved over to the driver’s seat.
As the car started rolling, Evelina chuckled, “Cedric, you’re getting married soon, right? I have yet to
meet your girlfriend. When can you introduce her? I’ve been out of the country for years, my circle’s
gone cold. Your girlfriend must be gentle and serene, we’d get along well.”
Cedric smiled politely, “My girlfriend’s got social anxiety, plus the doctor told Ms. Hawthorne toy low
and rest up.”
Evelina fidgeted with her fingers, trying both overtly and covertly to charm him a few times, but Cedric
remained unswayed.
Evelina, frustrated, finally pretended to sleep and gave up.
After Lizetta dropped Joseph off, she told Hamilton to leave and hailed a cab herself.
But Hamilton insisted it was on his way and persuaded Lizetta to join him in his car
When they reached Meadowbrook Meadows, Lizetta got out, and Hamilton followed.
“Do you want me to rmend a reliablewyer and PR firm for the online vitriol?”
As a fan of Lizetta, he was of course aware of her being exposed online today, her name was still in the
trending searches.
Lizetta was taken aback but thenughed at his genuine concern.
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“Don’t you think charging 200 grand for one y makes mee off as a total money–grubber?”
Hamilton arched an eyebrow, “No way! You’re my idol, of course, you’re worth the price. You offering
her the gig is an honor!”
He was so earnest Lizetta almost bought it.
Blind affirmation from a fan sometimes can be hard to bear,
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Feeling a bit sheepish, Lizetta waved him off, “Nah, I have my ways of dealing with it. You should go
back now, thanks for the ride.”
As she turned to leave, Hamilton called out, “Lizetta, seriously, do you really not find me familiar at all?”
Lizetta spun around, her face a mix of surprise and confusion, “Have we met before?”
She was still trying to recall when she might have seen him, as she had no memory of him whatsoever.
Hamilton facepalmed, “Forget it, just contact me if you need help.”
He saluted her with a cool flick of his fingers, swung open the car door, and slid in.
“I’ll do my best, nighty night.”
He drove away, leaving Lizetta standing there, still trying to figure out what he meant by doing his best.
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As she turned around, little did she know that someone was silently standing behind her.
“Ah!” Lizetta screamed and stumbled backward.
“What’s with the screaming?! Geez, ‘sis‘? Pretty sweet, huh? Lizetta, you’re quite something. I haven’t
seen you for half a day, and you’ve already got someone like Hamilton, the nation’s heartthrob hubby?”
Yndatched onto Lizetta’s arm, eyes wide with curiosity.
Lizetta clutched her chest, “Are you trying to scare me to death? What’s this about a heartthrob
hubby?”
Ynda rolled her eyes, “You living offline or what? Hamilton, man, the breakout star fromst year’s
hottest talent show, one of the top idol pups on the scene.
The dude wasn’t even twentyst year, and he’s already got a solid fanbase of ‘girlfriend fans‘ calling
him ‘hubby‘ left and right. Mention ‘nation’s heartthrob hubby, and everyone knows it’s him.”
Lizetta was stunned. That exined why at the amusement park, Hamilton was all masked up and hat
pulled low, looking like a dead ringer for Cassius.
So, when he said he’d do his best, did he mean he thought he wasn’t famous enough?
She didn’t recognize him; was that meant to signal he needed to work harder?
Lizettaughed helplessly, “Hubby, huh? Sure it’s not meant to be a diss?”
“How could it be? It’s a term of endearment, super cute. Spill it, what’s the deal with you two?”
As Ynda pressed Lizetta with questions, Remington’s car parked at the base of an old residential
building.
The man got out and headed straight into the building.
He climbed to the top floor and knocked on the door.
No response after a long while.
He withdrew his hand, turned around, and saw a middle–aged woman peering out from the fifth floor,
looking upwards.
Before Remington could say a word, the woman spoke up.
“You looking for those two girls upstairs? They moved out. A couple of days ago, one of the young
ladies was nearly in trouble; the police came, and the house was sealed for a day. Didn’t you know?”
Remington’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he stood there, his presence overwhelming, like a predator
lying in