He''d made it clear from the start-he wasn''t giving up!


    Lizetta nced out the window, staying silent. Yet, she couldn''t help but wonder: could a man like Remington actually pursue a woman? And what would that pursuit look like? Would he, like any other guy, write love letters, whisper sweet nothings, be at her beck and call, stay up all night watching Netflix and chatting, doing all sorts of mundane things together?


    By the time Remington and Lizetta arrived at the restaurant''s private dining room, the Maddens were alreadyfortably seated. Mrs. Bernice Madden had been eagerly awaiting their arrival, with Nelson having to constantly soothe her to prevent her from running out to the street in anticipation.


    The sight of Lizetta brought a childlike smile to the elderlydy''s face, radiating an innocence that was truly heartwarming. "Elsa, take a seat here!" Mrs. Bernice Madden stood up, pulling Lizetta to the empty chair next to her, eagerly sharing the delectable dishes she''d ordered.


    Naturally, Nelson sat on the other side of Mrs. Bernice Madden, with Jerome next to Lizetta, and Andrea beside Jerome. This arrangement left Remington no choice but to sit between Andrea and Nelson, clearly a move to separate him from Lizetta.


    Without taking his seat, Remington approached Jerome''s chair. "Mr. Madden, would you mind swapping ces? Liz isn''t feeling well, and I''d like to take care of her."This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.


    Jerome, without even ncing up, leaned over to fill Lizetta''s ss with water, stating, "Taking care of her isn''t a hassle, just a simple gesture. No need for all the fuss of switching seats, Mr. Dashiell. Please, take a seat."


    Remington cast a nce at Lizetta, who seemed quite at ease, deeply engaged in conversation with Mrs. Bernice Madden, indifferent to who was seated beside her. Was she deliberately ignoring his gaze, perhaps to tease him? Nheless, she casually took a sip from the ss Jerome had just filled, her movements smooth.


    Well then!


    Remington took a step forward, pulled out a chair, and sat down between Andrea and Nelson, directly opposite Lizetta. Once seated, his cold gaze drifted towards Lizetta, making it impossible for her to pretend she hadn''t noticed.


    Feeling ufortable, Lizetta


    focused her attention elsewhere.


    However, Andrea suddenly let out a softugh, remarking, "Mr. Dashiel and Mrs. Dashiell must be very


    move, just like grandparents.


    In just this short time, Mr. Dashiell has turned into a love-struck statue."


    She raised her voice slightly, ensuring that everyone could hear her. Thement drew everyone''s attention to Remington, even Mrs. Bernice Madden paused her conversation to look over. Remington, however, remainedposed, his gaze fixed on Lizetta, now even more focused. As their eyes met, he smiled, "The love between Mr. Madden and Mrs. Bernice Madden is truly enviable. It would be an honor to follow Mr. Madden''s example."


    His words felt like a public deration of love. Lizetta''s cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she quickly looked away.


    Andrea, with a suppressed smile, continued, "You see, brother? Mr. Dashiell and Mrs. Dashiell can''t take their eyes off each other, even across the table. If you don''t y cupid and let Mr. Dashiell switch seats, how are we supposed to enjoy our meal?"


    Her words were directed at Jerome,


    but her gaze lingered on Lizetta. There was a scrutinizing look in her eyes, puzzled over what charm Lizetta, visibly pregnant, possessed to have Remington, a prominent figure in Zion City, so captivated and even making the usually indifferent Jerome show such special


    attention.


    Even her grandmother seemed to have forgotten about her own granddaughter at the sight of this


    woman, Perhaps it was a she


    vibes, but despite Lizetta''s previous help, Andrea couldn''t help but feel a strong aversion towards her, sensing an underlying threat.