His fingers trembled slightly, and for a moment, he thought she had awoken.
But she hadn''t. It was just the restlessness of dreams, her eyes closed as she turned in her sleep.
Yet, the taste of bitterness swelled in Remington''s heart, the agony and pain torturing him, driving him
to the brink of madness.
Liz, do you despise me that much?
Even in your dreams, you''re repelling and detesting me.
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But what can I do when even entering your dreams brings me a slight thrill of joy?
Lizetta''s difort pulled Remington back to reality.
Shey on her back, her brow furrowed even tighter, seemingly ufortable as she shifted to her
side, her legs twitching slightly under the covers.
Remington had carefully read through pregnancy guides and remembered reading that during the
second trimester, it''smon for expectant mothers to experience numbness in their legs.
He gently warmed his hands and cautiously reached under the covers, tenderly massaging her legs.
It was dawn when Remington finally left.
As he departed, he used his jacket to brush away his footprints in the snow.
The wind picked up, swirling the snow, quickly covering all traces.
Lizetta woke upte the next day.
She had thought the news about the West family hunting her down would disturb her sleep, but
surprisingly, even Joy had been calm.
Lizetta had slept soundly, feeling refreshed. She opened the curtains to a pristine whitendscape.
The sky was clear, the snow had stopped.
Stretching, her gaze suddenly froze.
She saw a snowman, ced on the terrace of the neighbor''s house about twenty meters away, facing
her window.
The snowman, about half her height, had a round head topped with a crooked red woolen hat, wrapped
in a red scarf, with a row of heart-shaped buttons.
In front of the snowman was a bunch of fresh "Angel''s Tears," the bell-shaped flowers swaying gently.
Lizetta stared, feeling as if her heart was being tightly squeezed.
As a child, Remington would also build her a snowman every year, always cing it outside her
window.
But he had little patience, and his snowmen were always lopsided and undeveloped, never this
adorable.
Lizetta blinked away her emotions, quickly
regainingposure, andet
waved at the snowman through the opened window.
A knock on the door brought her back, and she closed the window.
Opening the door, she was greeted by Jerome''s tall figure.
"I have to go now."
Lizetta blinked in surprise, saying, "So soon?"
She felt slightly apologetic, realizing she had woken up toote, not even having breakfast with her
guest.
Jerome''s eyes deepened, a smile ying on his lips.
"Is that your way of asking me to stay?"
His voice was low and maic, with a slight uptick in tone.
Lizetta''s ears warmed up, and she hurriedly shook her head, rifying.
"No. What mean is, you just got here yesterday. Wouldn''t you like to stay a bit longer, enjoy the
scenery, maybe explore a bit? The weather is clear today, we might even see the pr lights tonight."
Seeing her rush to exin, the amusement in Jerome''s eyes grew.
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"I have other matters to attend to, this trip was just to check on you, not a vacation. I know you''re not
entirelyfortable with me here. But hearing you say that makes me happy, at least it shows I''m not
entirely unwee?"
Lizetta''s cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
She hadn''t realized Jerome could sense her difort so acutely.
Lost for words and facing Jerome''s amused, deep gaze, she blurted out.
"Do you, maybe, like me?"
The surprise and pause that shed across Jerome''s handsome face made Lizetta realize what she
had just said.
Her face turned an even deeper shade of red, wishing she could bite off her own tongue.
The question was too arrogant, too embarrassingly cringe-worthy.
Especially now, heavily pregnant, she felt like aplete narcissist.