The familiar scent of Remington wafted into her nostrils, every bit of it Lizetta found irresistibly
intoxicating.
But she was frozen, too scared to move, too scared to lift her hand and pull away therge palm
covering her eyes.
She was terrified that once she moved the hand away, the person behind her wouldn’t be Remington at
all, but a figment of her imagination.
Or worse, he might just morph into a puff of smoke and vanish right in front of her eyes..
She feared that everything that had just happened was real, and that the present moment was the cruel
reality she couldn’t face, conjured up from her fantasies.
She stood motionless, her tears silently streaming down one after another.
They quickly dampened the palm of Remington’s hand.
Remington felt his heart softening from her tears, thumping non–stop.
And it hurt him so much.
Especially knowing she was pregnant, Remington was even more nervous and flustered.
He gently lifted her trembling shoulders, coaxing her to turn around and face him.
He bent down, tenderly cradling Lizetta’s face, his thumb wiping away the tears from her eyes and
cheeks with a voice as gentle as could be.
“Liz, sweetie, open your eyes and look at me, will ya? I’m right here, everything’s alright.”
Lizetta kept her eyes tightly shut, her eyshes quivering, tears seeping out and wetting her pale
cheeks, looking downright pitiful.
She shook her head, “I’m scared, I knew it, it’s all not real, just my delusions
Her crying intensified, tears as big as beans slipping through Remington’s fingers.
Remington never expected that trying tofort her like he did when they were kids would end up
making her cry even harder.
He didn’t know what went wrong, she wouldn’t open her eyes to see him, as if she had retreated into
her
own world.
Remington was anxious and at a loss, so he just lowered his head, kissed her damp face and
continued to whisper soothingly.
“Liz, don’t be scared, when have I ever lied to you?”
Lizetta was truly scared, choking on her sobs
“You’re not him, you’re lying. Remi don’t want me anymore. He hasn’t called me Liz in so long.”
Lizetta was terribly frightened, her mind in a daze.
When she said this, aplex and pained look shed across Remington’s eyes. He felt utterly
terrible.
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He had made her feel so insecure and heartbroken.
Remington’s embrace became restrained and gentle, as if afraid of startling the girl in his arms.
He whispered softly in her ear, “No, I haven’t stopped wanting Liz. I swear, I’m alive and kicking, and
will continue to protect you for a lifetime. Sweetie, open your eyes and look at me, okay?”
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But Remington’s tenderness made Lizetta fool even more like it was an illusion.
She was a scaredy–cat.
She didn’t dare open her eyes to see if the person in front of her really existed.
Nor did she dare to run into the hospital room to pull back the white sheet and see who was really
underneath.
She felt like she was in a nightmare, everything blurry and unreal.
She didn’t know that Remington, holding her cheeks, had a face full of pity, distress, and sweat beading
on his forehead from worry.
Remington’s icy gaze lifted, giving Cedric a look.
That look was sharper than any knife,
Cedric shuddered, regretting terribly at that moment.
It was his fault, trying to make Lizetta feel sorry for Remington by exaggerating the situation and
showing her that terrifying video without permission.
Who would have thought it would actually scare Lizetta stiff, and then identally coinciding with the
ICU incident, causing such a big misunderstanding.
Cedric hurriedly tried to make amends, stepping forward and saying, “Mrs. Dashiell, there’s been a
mistake! The person in the hospital room isn’t Mr. Dashiell, I only just found out that Mr. Dashiell was
out of mortal danger this morning and has been moved to the regr ward next door! Mrs. Dashiell, I’m
so
sorry!”