Remington''s handsome features instantly tensed up, as if a chill wind had swept through. He clenched his fists tightly.


    The way Lizetta called another man "brother" kept echoing in his ears—a term that used to be reserved just for him! He couldn''t ept it; a cold shadow flickered in his eyes.


    "Just got back, and if you''reing to Zion City, of course, I''d set things up for you. The house is all ready, and Ynda can stay over for now. Oh, and I had Mary whip up some desserts and fruit, why don''t you bring her inside?"


    Jerome, dressed in a set of dark grey loungewear and slippers, exuded a rxed aura. Standing next to Lizetta, they looked like the hosts of the house, weing a guest together. His gaze towards Lizetta was affectionate and clearly doting.


    Lizetta looked up at him and nodded, "Brother''s the best. Yoli, let''s go check out your room. If you don''t like it, we can bunk together; it''s been ages since we had a good chat."


    Eagerly, Lizetta turned back, linking arms with Ynda, ready to lead her inside. From the moment she saw Jerome, she hadn''t given Remington another nce. It was as if she had forgotten he was there, or as if he was someone of no consequence, not worth a backward nce or a goodbye.


    "Liz! What did you just call him?"


    Remington couldn''t help but step forward, his voice hoarse as he stared at the back of Lizetta''s head, his tone the sternest it had been since their reunion.


    Lizetta paused, turning to face him. Meeting his stormy gaze, she simply curved her lips slightly and said, "Mr. Dashiell, how I address someone is my business, and I don''t believe you have any say in it. I appreciate your help today, Mr. Dashiell, and I promised to treat you to a meal, but let''s keep things clear. Please don''t misunderstand anything, nor overstep."


    Lizetta''s words were not particrly harsh, and she even wore a polite smile on her face. But to Remington, each word felt like a knife, cutting deep.


    His handsome face paled slightly,


    and he let out a scoff, turning to


    leave without another word


    His


    departing figure was brisk, clearly fueled by anger. He was furious.


    However, Lizetta seemed unconcerned, merely turning to Ynda. "Let''s grab something to eat, then figure out what to do next."Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    Jerome lingered a step behind, his gaze darkening as he watched Remington''s retreating figure before turning to follow inside.


    Ynda, tagging along with Lizetta into the living room, whispered to her, "What was that about? Were you trying to tick off Badass Remington on purpose?"


    Ynda was also shocked. Lizetta


    had called Jerome "brother," a term that used to be exclusively Remington''s. Remington''s expression just then had been, priceless. Ynda thought, ''This


    must''ve really got under his skin.''


    Lizetta nced at Ynda, smiling, "Why would I purposely provoke him? It''s just a nickname."


    Ynda was even more astonished,


    eager to ask if Remington really was history to Lizetta, and if she was considering giving Jerome a chance. But then Jerome came in. Ynda had to stop herself, nodding in gratitude to Jerome.


    "I''ll be imposing on you these next few days, Mr. Madden."