She understood his guilt towards the West family and could grasp why he made the choices he did in


    those circumstances. So, she couldn''t really be mad at him.


    Deep down, she harbored a wishful thought that no matter the situation, the man she loved would


    always put her feelings first.


    But clearly, she hadn''t yet earned that ce in his heart.


    And the moment he agreed to Barbara''s request, Lizetta realized something.


    That was, Remington carried a heavy burden of sin and guilt towards the West family.


    To love him was to ept all of him, including his past and the sins that came with it.


    This meant that whenever Ste and the West family came into the picture, she might never be his first


    priority.


    It was a sad realization.


    Not ready to ept this yet, she found herself avoiding him, unable to hide her disappointment and the


    bitter taste it left in her heart.


    But even with this understanding, she couldn''t help but love him still.


    So, she spent the night digesting her feelings.


    Even seeing him exhausted, she couldn''t bring herself to make a fuss.


    Suddenly, Remington flipped over, and pinned Lizetta beneath him.


    He had his arms prop beside her, not pressing down but still overwhelming her with his presence.


    He gazed into her eyes; the depth of his gaze seemed to sparkle.


    "Husband? Since you admit I''m your husband, why do you never call me ''husband'' properly?"


    She hadn''t responded to his calls earlier.


    Not mad at him?


    He could tell she was keeping her annoyance bottled up.


    Lizetta''s cheeks heated under his stare; she felt a mix of embarrassment and annoyance as she


    pushed against him. "You haven''t even passed your probation period. Calling you ''husband''? Dream


    on."


    Remington, mindful of the baby she was carrying, was easily pushed away.


    As Lizetta attempted to leave the bed, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back into


    his embrace.


    He kissed her forehead tenderly, and said with a deep voice, "I''m sorry for making my little girl feel


    neglected yesterday." Lizetta''s eyes warmed at his words.


    She leaned against his chest, moving her head slightly, "So, when Barbara wakes up, what''s your


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    Remington pinched her cheek, "Don''t worry, once godmother wakes up, I''ll rify things with her."


    "How will you rify?" Lizetta looked up at him.


    Knowing Barbara''s stubbornness from yesterday, it wasn''t going to be easy to convince her.


    Remington raised an eyebrow, "There is a way, but it needs Mrs. Dashiell''s cooperation. I wonder if


    Mrs. Dashiell would be willing to help." Lizetta was surprised, "What way?"


    Without answering, Remington suddenly turned to pull open the bedside drawer.


    Before Lizetta could wonder what he was doing, he took her hand.


    She felt a cool touch on her finger and looked down, only to see Remington slipping a wedding ring


    onto her finger.


    "We''ll show godmother our love, make her see how strong our bond is, and she''ll naturally give up."


    Lizetta was skeptical, suspecting he was using this as another opportunity to charm her.


    Looking at the wedding ring back on her finger, she felt her emotions mixed, "Will she really


    understand? What if she doesn''t?"


    Remington held Lizetta''s hand, bringing it to his lips, and kissed the ring gently.


    "Then, it means we need a grand wedding."


    Lizetta''s eyes widened in disbelief.


    She wondered if she had heard him wrong.


    Was he talking about a wedding?


    Was he nning to give her a wedding, one that belonged to just the two of them?