His gaze darkened as it lingered on her plump, rosy lips. His voice was rough and tinged with heat. "If we''re talking aboutpensation forundry services, let''s settle the whole ount. I believe this isn''t the first time I''ve doneundry for you. Shouldn''t we also settle pastundry bills?"


    Lizetta paused, puzzled. "When have you ever doneundry for me..."


    She wanted to use him of making things up, but then, a vague memory surfaced. Indeed, Remington had once doneundry for her. It was her underwear.


    She was just over eight years old when she fell during PE ss at school and hurt her hand quite badly. Although a maid did herundry, she was too embarrassed to have her underwear washed by someone else and always did it herself. With her hand injured, the underwear sat unwashed for two days and was about to start smelling. She attempted to wash it with one hand.


    When Remington came home and opened the bathroom door, he found her with her chest soaked. He frowned, pulled her away intending to call the maid, but Lizetta, looking pitiful, insisted she could do it herself. She had only been with the Dashiell family for half a year and wasn''t considered a proper youngdy of the household, which made her less assertive in front of the servants. Moreover, she had already started, and having Remington call a maid felt like tattling behind her back. The stubborn girl returned to the sink to continue her clumsy attempt until Remington, out of irritation, pulled her away.


    Eventually, acting as her brother, he took over and washed her undergarments for nearly half a month until the scab on her hand fell off.


    Recalling these memories, Lizetta felt somewhat dazed. It seemed like a lifetime ago, and she realized she hadn''t thought about the past for a very long time. Thinking back on those days stirred an indescribable feeling in her heart.


    "It seems you do remember," Remington observed herplex expression and spoke softly. His tone was gentle, almost like a content sigh.


    Lizetta snapped back to reality, the memories and emotions dissolving like bubbles before her eyes. She pushed Remington away and pulled all the cash from her wallet, pping it against his chest, "Here, take all the cash. Happy now?"This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    She turned to leave. Remington caught the stack of bills, nced at them, and tucked them into his pocket without annoyance, nning to keep them as a memento. After all, it was a gift from her, a token of their connection.


    He followed her outside. Lizetta saw that the Madden family''s bodyguard was indeed waiting, but two security guards from the club stood by him, clearly having reluctantly let Remington in. Seeing Lizetta emerge, the bodyguard looked Uneasy. Lizetta nodded at him, not making things difficult, "Let''s go."


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    The bodyguard had barely walked a few steps with Lizetta when Remington caught up to walk beside her. Noticing her nce at the bodyguard, Remington seemed to anticipate her concern and said, "I''ve taken care of the surveince."


    Indeed, Lizetta had intended to ask


    the bodyguard to handle the surveince, especially since Ste was stilling in the restroom, and they didn''t want to leave any evidence for the West family to follow up on. She turned to


    Remington, her lips parting slightly.


    Waving the cash in his hand, Remington teased, "Wanting to thank me again?"


    The polite words Lizetta had on the tip of her tongue got stuck. She simply looked ahead and quickened her pace.