Lizetta shot Remington an annoyed re, her words defiant despite her flushed face. “Me, call out?


    You must’ve heard wrong.”


    Just moments before, they were nestled together, listening to the heartbeat of their unborn child. Their


    hands caressed Joy, their soon–to–be baby, in an embrace that felt like the epitome of bliss, a perfect


    little family moment.


    Caught up in the moment, Lizetta couldn’t help but call out without even realizing it.


    Now, under Remington’s deep gaze, teasing her, Lizetta found herself too embarrassed to make


    another sound.


    But Remington wasn’t about to let her off that easily, his presence closing in.


    “If you won’t call out, I’ll just have to kiss you.”


    Lizetta’s cheeks burned hotter, but a sly spark danced in her bright eyes. She tilted her head up, her


    lips meeting his in a preemptive strike.


    Remington paused, taken aback, but then his breathing became erratic, and he took control of the kiss,


    deepening it.


    They were lost in each other’s embrace under the warm winter sun, Lizetta with her eyes closed, never


    feeling as close to him as she did at that moment.


    She felt their hearts drawing nearer; she didn’t mind if Remington didn’t love her now because she


    believed that eventually, he would love her just as much she loved him, even if it was just a bit less.


    But Lizetta had forgotten that life often has its own ns, and things rarely go smoothly.


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    Remington was injured, having not slept all night, and after a while, Lizetta pushed him away, urging


    him to


    rest.


    He tightened his arms around her and quickly fell asleep, still holding onto Lizetta.


    Only when he was deeply asleep did Lizetta gently extricate herself from his grasp and get off the


    hospital bed.


    She bent down and gently lifted Remington’s hospital gown, seeing the thick bandages wrapped


    around his waist, her eyes welling up with tears. The sight of those bandages meant his injuries were


    severe.


    Like Joseph, Remington had a rare blood type, and losing so much blood without a timely transfusion


    was dangerous.


    Hisplexion was off, his lips pale.


    Lizetta kissed Remington’s cheek tenderly before quietly leaving the room.


    Ynda must be worried sick; Lizetta needed to get in touch with her.


    Downstairs, Lizetta dialed her phone, and Ynda picked up immediately, her voiceced with


    urgency. “Liz, are you okay? Did badass Remington do anything to you?”


    She was almost out of her mind with worry. The day Remington found out Lizetta was pregnant, he left


    with an intimidating aura. Since then, Ynda hadn’t been able to contact Lizetta, only knowing she


    was taken by Remington.


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    Ynda had asked Cassius for help, but that good–for–nothing had exploited her concern, giving


    nothing useful in return. She even started to doubt if Cassius and Remington were really friends.


    “Liz, I’m fine.” Lizetta briefly exined the past couple of days to Ynda, who also recounted their


    encounter with Remington.


    “So, he didn’t trouble you guys? Jenny is okay, right?*


    “Badass Remington was too busy chasing after you to bother with us. Jenny got a bit scared, but she’s


    fine.”


    Lizetta felt guilty. “Yoli, could you contact Jenny? I want to invite her for a meal to apologize.”


    Ynda agreed without hesitation, insisting on visiting Lizetta at the hospital.