Lizetta shyly pushed against his chest, dodging him, "Someone might see."


    Remington slightly lifted his head away, caressing her flushed lips, his voice a low murmur, "The


    coast''s already clear."


    Lizetta turned her head, indeed surprised to find that the two clerks had discreetly vanished. But this


    only made her feel more embarrassed. She shot Remington an annoyed nce. "Can''t you mind the


    setting? You used to be so different!"


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    Back in the day, he was aloof, barely even willing to kiss her on their wedding day. Now, it seemed like


    he had turned into a kissing fiend, ready to lean in for a kiss at any moment. Lizetta then remembered


    the teasing remarks the clerks had made about her.


    "Don''t like me this way?" His voice, rough and close, whispered as he pecked her lips again, his eyes


    narrowing slightly as he gazed at her, as if to catch her reaction.


    Lizetta, cheeks ame, shyly wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss, saying, "I do


    like it, just not used to, you know, in front of others. They were teasing me just now." "How were they


    teasing you?"


    "They said you must really love me a lot, caring so much about myfort."


    Lizetta looked into Remington''s eyes, her heart racing uncontrobly.


    Did he love her? She never dared to ask, and he had never said it outright, not even a simple "I like


    you".


    Buttely, he had changed a lot, showing care, sharing his thoughts, refusing to let her go, his kisses


    passionate, sometimes even showing jealousy.


    Lizetta felt that even if it wasn''t love, there was definitely affection. She hoped to hear a confirmation


    from him.


    Even if he just told her he liked her, she would unhesitatingly tell him how much she loved him, how her


    love had never wavered over the years.


    But Remington merely kissed her forehead and gently turned her around. He wrapped his arms around


    her from behind, and Lizetta then saw arge mirror in front of them. Their embracing figures were


    clearly visible. Remington leaned in, his chin grazing the top of Lizetta''s head as he spoke, "Look at


    you, aren''t you a beautiful sight?"


    Lizetta saw her reflection in a pristine white wedding gown, truly stunning. She also saw the


    undisguised admiration in Remington''s eyes. And their posture, so intimately entwined. Yet, a shadow


    seemed to fall over her heart. At this moment, she remembered in Barbara''s hospital room when she


    reached for Remington''s hand, and he instinctively pulled away.


    Was he deflecting now? No, he probably just didn''t understand her anticipation, thinking she was just


    making conversation.


    Lizetta, not wanting to leave it at that, decided to be even more direct, "Remington, look me in the eyes


    and answer me, do you..."


    Lizetta gazed at the man in the mirror who was behind her; but before she could finish, his phone rang.


    He immediately released her to check it, telling Lizetta.


    "The dress is perfect; let''s go with this one. I''ll have Sophiae to finalize your measurements. I need


    to take this call."


    With a pat on her head, he turned and walked downstairs, phone to his ear.


    Lizetta stood there, watching his retreating figure, suddenly feeling the warmth of the store wasn''t


    enough; she felt a chill.


    She hugged herself, a surge of boldness prompting her to consider snatching his phone away. She


    wanted to ask him, was that call really so urgent, or was her question just too hard for him to answer?


    Lizetta lifted her gown''s hem.