Her voice was full of apology, and Lizetta turned her head with a smile.


    "It''s alright, Ms. West, it''s just that your perfume and makeup are a bit strong for me. I''ve been sensitive


    to strong scents since I got pregnant, nothing more." Ste''s smile stiffened a bit, and she instinctively


    touched her face.


    She was quite a bit older than Lizetta, and the years hadn''t been kind. Her skin wasn''t as firm, which


    naturally led to a heavier makeup application.


    Looking at Lizetta''s makeup-free, porcin-smooth, and radiant face, Ste felt a bit ufortable


    that a shadow passed over her eyes.


    She managed an awkward smile, and turned to Remington for some support.


    But Remington wasn''t looking at her. Instead, he instructed the driver, "Turn on the car''s air recycling


    system."


    The driver immediately acknowledged, and Ste''s awkward smilepletely froze.


    "Ste, she''s just more sensitive during her pregnancy. Don''t take it to heart," Remington said as he


    wrapped an arm around Lizetta, finally turning towards Ste. Ste quickly shook her head with a


    smile, "I''m just jealous of Liz, having such a considerate and thoughtful husband like you. How could I


    mind?"


    The air was thick with unspoken words.


    But it seemed lost on Remington. He tightened his embrace around Lizetta, letting her lean into him,


    and asked, "Feeling alright?"


    He genuinely thought she was bothered by the scent of perfume and makeup. Lizetta was speechless.


    Finding the situation pointless, she closed her eyes, saying, "I''ll take a nap."


    "Alright, sleep well," Remington responded, pulling her closer. He fetched a nket to cover her, gently


    sorted her hair, and softly massaged her arm.


    His focus was entirely on his wife, seemingly forgetting there was another person beside them.


    Ste watched this scene, clenching her fists tightly.


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    She had been in touch with Remington every daytely, subtly trying to get closer to him.


    Remington was nice to her, hardly ever refusing her requests, but it went no further.


    When she had a fever in the middle


    of the night and called him, mentioning Martin was at the


    hospital with her mother and asking him toe over, all she got was a visit from Remington''s family


    doctor.


    Clearly, with Lizetta around, Remington wouldn''t notice her.


    Realizing this, Ste had agreed to


    Remington''s affection and


    Lizetta''s suggestion. Now, the


    tenderness towards Lizetta only solidified her decision. Lizetta had to go. s?novel


    And not just leave, but Ste had to ensure Lizetta could never return!


    Now, Ste was worried that Lizetta might change her mind, caught in Remington''s loving trap, and


    refuse to leave.


    "Remington, I heard Liz is performing tomorrow. Can Ie watch?" Ste asked, her face filled with


    hope and longing.


    Remington instinctively touched his lips, signaling Ste to keep quiet so as not to disturb Lizetta.


    Meeting Ste''s slightly dimmed gaze and remembering how she used to dance and perform as a


    child, he nodded softly, "I''ll have someone send you an invitation." Ste immediately smiled.


    Lizetta hadn''t really fallen asleep. Hearing their quiet conversation, she suddenly regretted inviting


    trouble.


    But the dance performance was her


    smokescreen for leaving Zion City.


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    She needed Remington to believe she was fullymitted to the dance troupe, busy with the


    uing shows for the next three months, so he would lower his guard.


    With that thought, Lizetta let it go, and before long, she indeed drifted off to sleep.