Remington’s voice was barely above a whisper, yet Lizetta’s heart felt like it had been sucker–punched,
stirring up a storm of sour, swelling pain.
She just stared at the guy in front of her, her eyes uncontrobly misting over She waarmed to turn her
head away, not wanting to show him her fragile side
But Remington’s hand, which had been pinching her chin, shifted to cradle her face, not letting her
dodge the moment.
Tears rolled down Lizetta’s cheeks, one by one, sshing onto the maris knuckles, sinking into the
palm of his hand.
“Hey, don’t cry. Sorry, it’s all my fault.”
Her tears were warm, but to Remington, they felt scalding, as though each one was searing his heart.
He thought back to the video Fiona had sent him on his way back. The video cactured the chaotic
scene by the pool.
He saw that after he left with Evelina in his arms, the pool remained earity quiet and Lizetta didn’te
up for air on her own.
He also saw that it was Cassius who finally dived in to rescue License. Her face was 50 pale at the
time, her eyes tightly shut, her whole being as silent and lifeless as could be
It was Cassius whoid her t and performed emergency aid, making her cough out the water she’d
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When she opened her eyes, they were red and vacant, truly the eyes of someone who had nearly
drowned.
She could have died right in front of him. And he was totally clueless.
He couldn’t bear to watch the whole video, quickly snuffing out his phone’s screen, not daring to see
more.
He couldn’t bear the thought of what might have happened if Cassius hadn’t dived in to save her – if
she had sunk to the bottom of the pool forever.
At that moment, he felt a surge of panic and fear like never before, wishing he could stab himself. And
now, at the sight of Lizetta’s involuntary tears. Remington’s heart was in agony, a mix of heartache and
helplessness.
His thumb gently traced her tear–streaked face, treating her as delicately as if she were made of fragile
ss. But the more he tried to wipe them away, the more the tears seemed to flow.
Remington wrapped his arms around the softly trembling Lizetta, holding her tight as if to
merge her into his body to ease his guilt and lingering fear.
He stroked her hair, bent down to nt a gentle kiss on her, and cooed in a softened voice like when
he used tofort her as a child.
“Liz, stop crying. it’s all my stupid fault. I didn’t realize you were drowning. I thought you were a good
swimmer, that you’d be fine, but I forget that idents can happen.
I messed up, made you feel cold inside, right? Don’t cry; how about you hit me a few times to make it
better?”
Lizetta nestled in Remington’s arms, her tears soaking his chest. She couldn’t believe that even Fiona’s
rough acting had fooled Remington.
No wonder there were so many slip–ups. Remington had been sshing around in the pool for so long,
diving over and over, letting Fiona spin him around.
So it was because he knew she’d nearly had a mishap in the water that day. He was punishing himself,
and in his way, apologizing to her.
Fiona wasn’t mistaken. Remington did still care. He hadn’t disregarded her life. Lizetta had never cried
like this even when she fell into the water that time.
She thought the incident was long past, but it turned out the hurt and resentment weren’t because she
was strong enough to get over it on her own, but because she felt nobody cared, so she put on a brave
face.
But they were already at this point; she shouldn’t keep longing for this bit of tenderness. Remington’s
current pity was just for his sister, after all.
Suddenly, Lizetta bit down hard on the spot over Remington’s heart. His body tensed for a moment,
and then rxed.
He let her bite him hard, like a little beast taking its revenge. After a while, she eased her bite, and
Remington let out a long breath.