Lizetta’s eyshes fluttered, but she could hear him, his lips barely grazing hers, as he asked with a


    slow, teasing smile.


    Boss, you enjoying this kiss? Does it make you happy?”


    At that moment, Lizetta felt like she w


    was harassing an intern, but not in the way she ever expected.


    She had no idea he could be so yful; they had never flirted like this before.


    Admitting to herself, Lizetta realized she was na?ve and unexperienced; his teasing had her heart


    melting.


    Her eyes sparkled with a shy desire, too embarrassed to speak. She simply lifted her hand to wrap


    around Remington’s neck, tilting her head up and parting her lips in silent invitation.


    She was telling him, she liked it, thrilled even.


    And she wanted more.


    Remington’s breathing turned ragged, his hand on the back of Lizetta’s head tensed, ready to deepen


    their connection.


    Suddenly, the door to the hospital room burst open.


    “Remington, I heard Liz…”


    At the doorway, Fiona led the way, with Hanna following closely behind, apanied by two servants.


    They all froze, eyes wide with shock.


    It was a déjà vu moment.


    Facing embarrassment twice in the same ce on the same day was something Lizetta had never


    anticipated.


    Her face turned scarlet, wishing she could just disappear.


    However, Fiona’s reaction was clearly different from Cedric and the doctor who had discreetly closed


    the door earlier.


    Before Lizetta.could even react, Fiona charged in, cane in hand, and fury on her face. “I knew you were


    up to no good, forcing Liz like this! Did you drag her back from the airport? Are you nning to force


    her into having your kids, keep her trapped with a baby to tie her down? Get away from her, what kind


    of monster has the Dashiell family raised


    With that, Fiona swung her cane, hitting Remington on the back, then grabbed his cor, trying to pull


    him away.


    Remington, helpless and worried she might hurt herself in her old age, cooperated and sat up, sighing,


    “Grandma, I didn’t”


    Lizetta, her face still beet–red, sheepishly sat up as well.


    Yet, deep down, she thought Fiona’s usations weren’t entirely off base.


    She med her own foolishness for falling for his tricks and being lured back.


    “Mom! Remington is injured, how can youy hands on him?”


    Hanna rushed forward, trying to stop Fiona from hitting aga


    She had just managed to annoy Remington by being med away at the door, and informed Fiona about


    the situation, hoping Fional would scold Lizetta a bit.


    Ideally, to send Lizetta abroad and smooth over anyplictions with their divorce.


    But Flona’s heart seemed entirely on Lizetta’s side, not only refraining from scolding her but also


    turning to berate Remington fiercely.


    “He’s a grown man; it’s his fault for not protecting his wife. So what if he gets burt for her? Look, he’s


    fine, still full of life and bothering Liz without considering the situation, Fiona said, her lips pursed in


    displeasure at Hanna.


    Lizetta’s cheeks blushed even deeper at Fiona’s harsh words.


    Sitting up hastily from the bed, she avoided eye contact, trying to fix her hair.


    ncing at Remington, she silently urged him to say something, anything to ease the tension.


    To her surprise. Remington simply raised, an eyebrow and agreed with his grandmother


    “Grandma, you are right. I didn’t protect my wife well enough; I deserved that hit.”


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    His words left Hanna shocked beyond words, and Lizetta even more lost for what to say.


    Then, Remington added, “Grandma, this isn’t the time for this discussion. There’s some good news I


    need to share with you and Mom