Of course, there was no one else but him.


    But before she could ponder further, the spot on her lower back where she had bumped into theer


    of the table red up in pain due to his sudden forceful movement.


    Lizetta winced in pain, letting out a soft groan


    “What’s wrong?” Remington’s expression changed instantly.


    Lizetta reached for her lower back, “I bumped into the tableer back in the room.


    Remington’s face turned grim in an instant, his voiceced with urgency.


    “Bumped? Does it hurt a lot? Are you feeling ufortable anywhere else? Why didn’t you tell me


    earlier!”


    Without hesitation, the man bent down, scooped Lizetta into his arms, and started making his way


    swiftly towards the elevator


    Lizetta was taken aback by his maction, urging him anxiously


    “Put me down! You’re injured too, I don’t need this kind of attention. It’s just a little sore, not a


    stomachache, I’m really okay!”


    But it was him, with his wounds on his torso.


    It would be odd if his wounds didn’t split open with that kind of exertion.


    Lizetta was frantic, and only after Remington triple–checked that she was truly alright did he finally set


    her down.


    Back in the room, Remington’s wound indeed looked worse, the bandages stained with blood.


    As she unwrapped the gauze, Lizetta finally saw the extent of the knife wound – even stitched up, it


    was a mess of blood and flesh, long and deep.


    Her eyes instantly teared up, her heart aching for him.


    “Mr. Dashiell, you have a rare blood type, and you refuse to use the hospital’s blood reserve, wanting to


    save it for those in more critical need. Please, take extra care of yourself!” the doctor said, removing his


    gloves with a serious frown.


    Lizetta nodded, her gaze shifting to Remington in a reprimanding manner, only to find herself the


    subject of scrutiny the next moment. The doctor looked at her “Mrs. Dashiell, you need to cooperate.


    Although it’s admirable how much love you two share, please refrain from any strenuous activities.”


    Lizetta, not fully catching on, nodded again, only to realize something was off.


    Strenuous activities?


    Love? Refrain?


    Lizetta recalled how Cedric had walked in on her and Remington kissing, which seemed to be the


    same doctor’s interpretation, and her face turned beet red, shaking her head vehemently, but the


    doctor was already looking away.


    Seeking help, she turned to Remington, who maintained hisposure, even nodding at the doctor.


    “Understood.”


    Once the doctor left, Lizetta red at him, annoyed.


    “You’re banned froming near me until we’re out of here!”


    Seeing her face flushed red, Remington smiled slightly.


    “No can do,e here, let me see your lower back.”


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    Lizetta didn’t budge, “It’s fine, the pain is gone.”


    Her aversion made Remington chuckle, as if she was treating him like some big bad wolf.


    He feigned a move to get off the bed, and Lizetta instinctively stepped forward.


    Remington pulled her to the edge of the bed, asking her to sit with her back to him, then he lifted her


    shirt slightly.


    Indeed, her right lower back was bruised, a mix of purple and blue, making Remington frown.


    “How did it get so bad? i’ll go find some ointmentTM


    Lizetta stopped him hastily, “No need, I’m always bumping and bruising from dance practice. Most


    ointments have some blood cirction properties, and its bad for Joy. Don’t bother, isti heal in a few


    days.”


    Before she could finish, Lizetta felt a gentle, warm touch on the injured spot.


    It was Remington’s kiss, tender and caring, on her bruise. The realization sent a tingling sensation


    spreading throughout her body


    Her cheeks, which had just started to return to their normal color, flushed red again.


    But just as the moment grew more intimate.


    Like a curse, the door suddenly swung open.


    “Remi, I heard you got hurt the moment I got back, I came to see you”


    With the voice at the door, Lizetta’s face drained of color, and she hastily pulled her shirt down and


    stood up


    But she moved too abruptly, and Remington, unprepared, got a sharp blow to his nose.


    “Ouch!” He grunted in pain.


    Turning around, Lizetta saw Remington touching his nose, a trickle of blood underneath.


    She had identally given him a nosebleed


    Panicking, Lizetta scrambled for tissues, but Remington, with a dark look on his handsome face,


    grabbed a water ss from the table and hurled it towards the door


    “Get out!”