Crystal’s expression was serious yetposed.


    “The dance drama is set to debut next month, Originally, I never thought to cast an actual pregnant


    woman for the role of the expectant mother, but your dancing was sopelling, I couldn’t resist.


    However, are you sure your health can withstand it?”


    This was Crystal’s sole concem now.


    Lizetta nodded, her confidence unshaken. “Belly dancer Jennifer from Aurorica danced on stage,


    radiant and eight months pregnant. My baby’s been very cooperative, and I feel like they’re cheering


    me on too. Don’t worry, I’ve got this”


    When Lizetta showed her determination, Crystal’s face lit up with a smile. She took a step forward,


    extending her hand toward Lizetta.


    “In that case, Lizetta, wee to the ck Swan Dance Troupe.”


    Lizetta’s eyes sparkled as she and Crystal shook hands, her gaze as bright as if she had been touched


    by the light of the Starlight Group


    itself.


    After shaking hands with Crystal, Lizetta tumed to Jerome, expressing her gratitude with earnest


    sincerity


    “Mr. Madden, thank you”


    Her hair was slightly tousled from dancing, a healthy flush on her cheeks, radiating vitality.


    She resembled the resilient expectant mother she portrayed in her dance, a stark contrast to the first


    time Jerome had seen her.


    Jerome’s deep gaze met hers, offering a subtle nod in acknowledgment.


    When Remington burst through the concert hall doors, what he saw was this very scene.


    Lizetta stood at the edge of the stage, Jerome’s tall figure below, their eyes locked in a moment of


    understanding.


    Lizetta’s smile was bright, with her sidekick Hamilton, an adorable young boy, eagerly watching her.


    Remington couldn’t hide the chill that surrounded him as he strode towards the stage.


    ‘1 don’t agree!”


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    His voice, cold and firm, echoed as he reached the front of the stage, stretching out his arm.


    Before Lizetta could react, Remington had scooped her off the stage and into his arms, enveloping her


    in his familiar scent, tinged with his barely concealed displeasure.


    Lizetta’s smile faded as she pushed against Remington’s chest, frowning.


    “What are you doing here?”


    Looking down at her, Remington noticed the absence of any joy at his arrival. Instead, she was all


    resistance and rejection.


    Moments ago,


    , she had been all smiles for another man, yet now she was as cold as ice towards him.


    A flicker of jealousy darkened Remington’s eyes, his grip tightening around her waist, pulling her closer.


    “Liz,e on”


    His tone was yful, yet his gaze and posture spoke volumes of his domineering nature.


    Turning to Jerome, he managed a brief nod.


    “Mr. Madden, I wasn’t aware you hade to Zion City. As hosts, my wife and I would like to invite you


    over for dinner at our ce. We have some matters to attend to at home today, so I’ll be taking my wife


    with me now.”


    With a curt nod to Jerome, Remington turned, firmly taking Lizetta with him.


    Lizetta was fuming. It was her life, her decision, her hard–won opportunity.


    How dare Remington dismiss it all with a single disagreement, making decisions on her behalf!


    She wanted to struggle, to argue, but against his strength, she was powerless, forced to turn with him,


    And to add insult to injury, he even went to far as to cover her mouth as they turned to leave.


    Panic and frustration caused Lizetta to sweat, her reyes stinging with tears, feeling utterly hopeless


    until a figure stepped in front of Remington.


    “Mr. Dashiell, making decisions on behalf of Mrs. Dashiell without her consent seems rather


    inappropriate, doesn’t it?”


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