“Yeesh, ease up, it’s me.” A deep, familiar male voice came from above.


    Lizetto only then realized, btedly, that the embrace holding her was just as familiar.


    The scent of cold pine from the man brought a sense offort to her nose


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    she had been too wound up just before to notice.


    She felt all the tension drain out of her, loosening her bite and leaning into Remington’s arms.


    Remington shook his hand that got bitten, his eyes and brows exuding a helpless vibe..


    “Jeez, got a taste for it, have you?”


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    His chin hadn’t even healed yet, and now his palm sported a new set of teeth marks the kicker was that


    Lizetta had bitten the same hand he’d previously injured with a credit card.


    The wound that had just closed was now reopened by her bite, a palm full of blood blooming.


    Lizetta grabbed Remington’s hand in shock, eximing, “I didn’t bite that hard, how can it be bleeding


    so much?”


    Seeing droplets of blood hitting the ground, Lizetta grabbed Remington’s wrist, “Hurry up, let’s get this


    disinfected and bandaged.”


    This kind of injury didn’t need a nurse’s attention; Lizetta had bought iodine and gauze and was tending


    to Remington’s wound in the ss corridor between the outpatient building and the inpatient ward.


    As she applied iodine to his palm, she noticed that the cut wasn’t from her bite at all.


    “How’d you get this?”


    “You care about me now?” Remington quirked a lip, not answering her question but deflecting with one


    of his own.


    “What was that all about just now?”


    Lizetta looked up with aplex expression, ncing at Remington.


    He felt her gazending somewhere odd, as if she was looking at his hair.


    Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    He reached up to touch the top of his head, “Something stuck there?”


    Lizetta shook her head, “Just checking if your girlfriend is cheating on you.”


    Remington chuckled and pinched Lizetta’s chin, his eyes darkening slightly.


    “What do you mean by that?”


    Lizetta pped away his hand, “Go ask your darling Ms. Hawthorne.”


    Remington’s brows furrowed, and Lizetta pulled out her phone, “I caught something on tape, I’ll show


    you, but don’t go flying off the handle, okay?”


    Remington let out a scoffingugh, “Maybe you should fetch me some heart pills first?”


    Lizetta rolled her eyes and handed over the recording.


    As soon as she hit y, the camera was shaky, with no clear view of people, but there were two distinct


    panting sounds.


    Remington looked at Lizetta with an amused, teasing expression, “You showing me a sex scene?”


    Lizetta awkwardly scuffed her foot on the ground, ncing around to make sure no one was nearby.


    She quickly turned down the volume on her phone, annoyed, “Just watch properly!”


    Then Evelina’s voice came through, and the camera found its focus, bringing the scene into view.


    Lizetta had reached out awkwardly to record the video and hadn’t seen clearly who the male lead was.


    She hadn’t had the chance to watch the video yet.


    Curious, she leaned in to watch together, but before she could see the screen clearly, Remington


    pulled her into his embrace and covered her eyes.


    “What the heck!”


    Lizetta tried to pry his hands away, but he held tight, leaning close to her ear with a stern and


    displeased voice.


    “Liz, who taught you to go filming people’s sex scenes? Did you see anything?”


    Remington’s voice had a note of irritation and interrogation, and Lizetta was a bit dizzy from it all.


    What was he on about?


    Shouldn’t he be furious with Evelina right now?


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    Why wasn’t he ming Evelina for deceiving him, but instead grilling her?


    Could it be that even now, he still favored Evelina?


    Lizetta’s voice grew sharp, “You need to watch and listen carefully, okay? Remi, the child in Evelina’s


    belly isn’t yours at all, she’s been


    hiding her lover behind your back, she’s deceived you, all just so you would invest in the Hawthorne


    family!”


    Remington nced at the phone with its jostling image of disheveled men and women, too explicit for


    comfort


    He barely nced at it, not even waiting for the video to finish before he tumed it off.


    A few tapster, he forwarded the video to himself, erased the traces, and deleted the original.


    He released the hand that had been covering Lizetta’s eyes.


    Tm not blind or deaf,” he said, handing the phone back to Lizetta.


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