Lizetta wasn’t about to just meekly follow Remington out the door. She immediately grabbed the


    armrest of her seat and started hollering for help.


    “I’m not going! Help! I don’t know this guy!”


    Twisting her head, she realized that even though the ne was packed, it was dead silent.


    Everyone was rubbernecking their drama, but no one had the guts to step in


    That was because night behind Remington stood the captain and the crew, along with a few ck–d


    bodyguards he’d brought along.


    The captain had personally opened the door to let Remington in, which was a dead giveaway that he


    was bad news.


    But Lizetta wasn’t one to back down from a fight, sure that there was always someone out there who


    didn’t bow to power.


    She was about to cry for help again when the man leaned in and whispered in her ear.


    “Have you forgotten about Ynda and your brother?”


    Remington was actually using Ynda and Thaddeus as leverage.


    Lizetta’s heart sank, and without thinking, her grip on the armrest loosened.


    Remington scooped her uppletely, looking pretty pleased with himself, he even nodded at the


    captain and crew.


    “Thanks, folks.”


    When Remington and his entourage hade aboard, the crew had been busy keeping passengers


    calm and stopping any rogue photographers.


    Remington carried Lizetta swiftly towards the exit. Seeing there was no longer any chance of rescue,


    she stopped struggling and just hung her head, letting Remington take her away without a peep.


    Remington looked down, her long hair fell in a cascade, and all he could see from his angle was the top


    of her head, which made her seem particrly docile.


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    Remington thought of the child they had on the way. His steps slowed, more measured and steady.


    He tightened his arms, holding the woman in his embrace even closer, like she was his greatest


    treasure.


    A strange, full emotion swelled in his chest, and the restlessness that had been troubling his heart felt


    like it was being filled with something heavy and satisfying.


    Lizetta was carried off the ne to where a stretch Lincoln was waiting not too far away.


    Remington walked over with steady steps, and the bodyguards immediately swung the car door open.


    But Lizetta was still not ready to give up. She looked up from his embrace and nced back at the


    ne within reach, grabbing hold of Remington’s tie.


    “Remi, didn’t we agree? After a month of cooling off, we’d go get our divorce papers. And you had no


    objections to me going abroad. How can you go back on your word!”


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    Remington looked down at her, her pale face framed with red–rimmed eyes, looking so pitiful it was as


    if she was about to cry.


    When he hade after her, she was not only unhappy but downright upset and heartbroken.


    “Do you really y want to leave me that badly? Remington asked with a sneer, barely hiding his disdain.


    He didn’t seem to want to hear her reply and said in a deep voice. “Too bad, the ball’s not in your


    court!”


    He bent down and put Lizetta in the car, then followed right in after her.


    The car started moving quickly, and Lizetta sat on the long sofa seat, wanting nothing to do with being


    next to Remington.


    She shifted to the side, creating a clear divide between them.


    Remington, however, immediately followed suit, sprawling his long legs carelessly, his thigh muscles.


    pressing against Lizetta’s denim–d ones.


    Thankfully, the stretch vehicle had plenty of room, so Lizetta moved two more seats away to put even


    more space between them.


    She made it crystal clear she didn’t want anything to do with him.


    Remington didn’t follow her this time, but out of the blue, he reached out, grabbed Lizetta’s legs, and


    tossed them onto the sofa seat.


    “Ah!”


    Before Lizetta could react, she was flipped over onto the sofa, the light above her blocked out as


    Remington loomed over her.


    Lizetta tried to struggle, but his hand slid under her shirt, resting on her waist.


    “What are you doing?”


    The heat from his palm was scorching. Lizetta froze, her eyes wide, her voice trembling.


    She felt that something was off with Remington, and she was getting more and more confused about


    what he was thinking.


    “Why are you nervous?”


    Remington loomed over the woman beneath him, his voice calm. But his hand was bold, caressing her


    soft midriff, sending shivers through her.