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    Mitte Lam prema ne ust het aant


    a tase of Remington’s homenate DASIES.


    for Og naraty my stomachs enny


    Gaeta stammy thankty at the how of pastas as if they sprouted flowers. Remington couldn’t help but


    flick her on the forehead.


    then didst pick up her tensis, ter pace lowered. She took a bite of pastas, her eyes shimmering with


    unshed tears.


    taly was scumptious


    é soumens crest to Let’s nose, and she began to eat heartily


    Ste bought is no wonder she fell for him


    Once upon a time he was realy great the kind to treasure her as his only cherished jewel


    It was just too bat it was meant for her sister


    She was ton greedy always wanting more toping for eternal love.


    Even during these four years, besides for loving her and neglecting her, he never really did anything


    too out of line, never let her want for anything marenaly


    He just didn’t love her


    But he didn’t marry her wilingy either, and he wasnt obligated to love her.


    It was her own unrequited love thatented ter


    Compared to that, the outside world and other people did her more harm, but she could handle that.


    Yet with HR, STE was actually a bit spoled, muy couldn’t handle even the slightest grievance without


    blowing it out of proportion.


    “Stop eating


    Suddenly Remington grasped Lizata’s hand.


    Lizetta smuggled. No, it’s good, Im not full yet. I haven’t finished, let go!”


    She broke free from Remingtons grasp and picked up another strand of pastas to eat, but suddenly she


    found it hard to swallow.


    It was delicious, and she wanted to eat.


    What was happening to her?


    Crying while eating, yet you say you want to eat? I won’t get mad if you don’t want to eat!”


    In a deep voice Remington took the utensils from Lizetta’s hands, pinched her chin with one hand, and


    wiped her cheeks with the other. That was when Lizetta realized), she had been crying, choking back


    sobs.


    She felt weak, it was just a bowl of pastes, wasn’t it?


    Lizama turned her head away awkwardly, not wanting to show Remington her messy state.


    But he wouldn’t let go. He leaned in closet, his lips nearing her, as if he was about to kiss away her


    tears.


    The familiar hot breath brushed against her, and as Lizetta gazed at the handsome face so close to


    hers, a mix of sadness and panic weled up in her eyes


    She pushed firm away fiercely, standing up from her chair.


    Tm done eating, thanks, goodnight‘


    She turned around, rubbing her face forcefully, and ran into her room, mming the door shut.


    Remington remained seated, his gaze settling on the closed bedroom door, his fingertips still damp, his


    eyes dark and brooding.


    in the dead of night, Remingtony on the couch


    The couch was too short for him, his legs dangling off the edge, making it impossible to get a good


    night’s sleep.


    He grabbed his phone and opened up the group chat.


    Pamington: Why would a woman cry over pastas?]


    Cassin Maybe the pastas taste temble?]


    10:05


    [Remington: She said they were good


    [Cassius: Then it’s the pasta maker she can’t stand]


    Remington was left speechless


    Annoyed, he tossed the phone aside, but just as he closed his eyes, the phone lit up again.


    He nced over, Timothy was also chiming in.


    (Timothy Could be cause of love)


    Remington’s grip on the phone tightened, and Timothy messaged him privately.


    Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    Liz cried eating your pastas? Jeez, I’m reasonably suspicious you’re showing off your love life in the


    middle of the night, Remi ]


    Remington’s gaze shifted from his phone, as if trying to see through the bedroom door, a faint glimmer


    of light flickering in his eyes