Remington raised his ss, a gesture met with a nod from Nelson, a man known for his love of good whiskey and his adventurous spirit from his younger days traveling across the country.


    "To your wisdom," Nelson toasted, clinking his ss with Remington''s. The gesture seemed to instantly bridge any gap between them, leading Nelson to share some pearls of wisdom about the art of marriage with Remington.


    Lizetta watched, dumbfounded. She had forgotten that Remington''s sess with Starlight Enterprises wasn''t due to ack of social skills but rather ack of necessity to forge such connections. Then, Remington caught her eye.


    "Our dear old friend is right. The essence of marriage lies inmunication. I''ve beencking in that department with Liz, but separation doesn''t mean our bond is broken. She''s still in my heart..." he confessed, his voice deep and unembarrassed by the public deration.


    Lizetta felt a mix of embarrassment and a stirring in her heart, wishing she could silence him even as his words touched her deeply.This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    Remington''s gaze then shifted to Jerome and Andrea. "Having this brief chat with you has been enlightening. With mentors like Mr. Madden and Florence setting an example, your rtionship must be solid. When''s the wedding? Liz and I would love to celebrate with you."


    Jerome met Remington''s cool gaze, a slight tension visible in his smile. "You''re mistaken, Mr. Dashiell. Florence is my sister, not my bride-to-be.


    But speaking of weddings, the news


    of your own was the talk of the town. I was halfway to sending my congrattions when I heard it was called off. A real shame, some


    regrets are hard to mend, don''t you


    think?" Content belong he


    The mention of his failed wedding was a sore point for Remington, a reminder of the pain and embarrassment he couldn''t erase for Lizetta, his greatest regret.


    Jerome''s words struck a nerve, and the usuallyposed Remington looked visibly shaken, his eyes flickering towards Lizetta for support she wasn''t ready to give. The wedding was a wound in Lizetta''s heart too, a barrier to the affection she felt teetering towards Remington despite his attempts to make amends.


    The tension at the table was


    palpable as Remington, gripping his ss a little too tightly, tried to steer the conversation back. "Mr. Madden is right, some regrets are


    irreceable. But it''s the future that matters more, teaching us to cherish what we have!"


    Lizetta, caught in her own turmoil, tightened her grip on the tablecloth at his words of cherishing the future.


    Suddenly, Andrea gasped, "Oh, Mr. Dashiell, you''re bleeding..."


    Lizetta''s eyes snapped up to see a trace of blood on Remington''s lip, a wound she had inadvertently caused earlier, now reopened by his fervent speech and the pressure of his ss against his lips.


    It was a telltale sign, understood by all who knew the intimate detail of their strife.