Lizetta was brushing her teeth when Remington just stood there, ogling her.
She nced at him, a bit puzzled.
“Aren’t you gonna brush your teeth?”
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She said this, while her eyes unintentionally scanned the toiletries nearby, slowing down her brushing
rhythm.
Only now did she realize that she was in Oakridge Heights, their marital home, the ce they once
shared. When she left, she had only packed some clothes, nothing else.
But now, she noticed that everything in Oakridge Heights was left untouched.
Her toiletries were still there toothbrush, towel, mouthwash cup,b, makeup, and even her hair ties
were hanging from the hooks under the towel rack.
It was as if she had never left.
Well, that was not entirely true, there was a change.
Lizetta noticed that next to her stuff, someone else’s belongings had been added.
Remington’s toiletries, ced right beside hers, of varying heights and sizes, made everything look like
it was in pairs.
Her items were in warm tones, while his were in cool tones.
But many of these items were couple–themed, handpicked by Lizetta herself.
These items held her hopes and dreams.
Back then, Remington never shared her bed, they slept in separate rooms whenever he asionally
returned home.
His toiletries used to be in the bathroom of the adjacent room.
But now, after her departure, they’d somehow made their way into the master bathroom, catching
Lizetta off–guard.
This discovery threw her thoughts into chaos.
“I already freshened up, been to thepany for two meetings.”
His voice came from beside her, snapping Lizetta back to reality.
Looking at the clock, it was alreadyte morning. Remington was a stickler for routine, always up at 6
AM
for a run.
And only now did Lizetta realize that he wasn’t in his loungewear but dressed in a suit and shoes.
So, he hadn’t woken up next to her after all.
Maybe he wasn’t even by her sidest night; perhaps he had just happened to be there when she woke
up.
But what was the deal with those toiletries?
10:17
Did he move into the master bedroom after she left?
Why?
Lizetta felt like a total loser, getting all worked up over Remington’s actions, which might not mean
anything at all.
She brushed her teeth vigorously, trying to force herself not to look or think too much.
“Could you head out? I’ll be down in a bit after I get ready.”
She urged Remington to leave, not understanding what was so interesting about watching her brush
her
teeth.
But Remington seemed a bit concerned. He nodded and before leaving, he reminded her.
“No rush, take your time.”
Ever since he learned about her pregnancy, he had been on edge.
He was treating her as if she was made of delicate ss, always wanting to keep her in sight.
He was restless in his heart while at the Starlight Group for meetings this morning.
He had nned toe back for lunch with her, but by mid–morning, he couldn’t hold out any longer
and rushed back early, postponing his work.
This was unprecedented.
When Lizetta came downstairs, sure enough, Edith had prepared avish breakfast.
Remington was already seated at the table, legs crossed, casually flipping through a financial
newspaper.
As Lizetta approached, he ced the paper aside and stood up to pull out the chair next to him for her.
Lizetta had intended to sit across from him, but seeing his actions, she reluctantly took the seat beside
him.
His chivalry didn’t stop there; during the meal, he kept asking if she wanted to try this or that.
She was starving and ate quickly, but he kept reminding her to slow down and poured her a ss of
water to keep close.
He even took a napkin to dab at the corners of her mouth whenever a bit of soup ended up there.
Lizetta felt coddled like a baby, and she didn’t just enjoy it, she was downright ufortable.