Chapter 1052

After eating a little, she felt a fraction of her strength return and reached out a hand.

"I can do it myself."

She genuinely wasn't at the point where she couldn't manage her own basic needs.

But Remington's gaze turned somber. "Don't push yourself."

He scooped up another spoonful of soup, blew on it gently, and brought it to her lips, coaxing her.

"Open up, Princess."

A muffled chuckle came from the servant nearby, making Lizetta's cheeks burn even hotter.

She shot Remington a covert glare, signaling him to tone it down, then looked over at Jerome.

Jerome's expression remained perfectly normal. He even offered her a comforting look and took the initiative to speak, helping to ease her embarrassment.

"Don't worry. Nelson and Bernice have no idea about what happened over the last two days."

When Lizetta woke up and didn't see the elderly couple, she had guessed Jerome was hiding the truth to protect them from the shock.

She was just about to thank him for his effort when Jerome continued.

"But it caused a massive commotion. Even though it wasn't on the news, most of the high society in Zion City is bound to ask around and find out. The news will leak eventually, and Nelson will hear about it. But thankfully you're awake now, so even when he does find out, it'll just be a false alarm in hindsight."

Otherwise, Jerome didn't even want to imagine the fallout.

Of course, since the incident involved Conrad West and Eartha Porter Madden, keeping it from Nelson forever was impossible.

"Right, let's keep it from Nelson for now. I'll video call him once I'm looking a bit better."

Lizetta nodded. Feeling like she had eaten enough, she glanced over at Remington. "Full?" The man had been quietly listening to their conversation the whole time. Meeting her gaze, he asked with a gentle smile.

He looked exactly like a tender, considerate, and completely doting househusband.

Startled by her own thought, Lizetta blinked. When she looked at him again and caught the slightly cool, intense glint in his eyes, she gave an involuntary shiver.

That smile didn't reach his eyes at all—there was nothing delicate about him. It had definitely been a hallucination.

Lizetta swallowed hard. "Maybe I'll have a little more?"

Instead, Remington dropped the spoon back into the bowl. "Forget it."

What did he mean, 'forget it'? Lizetta realized this petty man was probably annoyed again.

Annoyed that she was talking to Jerome instead of focusing entirely on the meal he was feeding her.

Lizetta reached out and tugged gently at his suit sleeve.

"Feed me a little more. I'm really not full yet."

Her sweet, coaxing tone successfully appeased him. A genuine, warm smile finally reached Remington's eyes.

He pulled a tissue and gently dabbed the corners of her mouth.

"It's better not to overeat for your first meat. When you get hungry again later, I'll have Tina bring over her famous homemade southat you love

Lizetta's eyes instantly lit up.

Tina's cooking at the estate was legendary, and Lizetta had loved t since she was a little girl. Now that Tina was older, she mostly just kept Fiona Dashiell company and rarely cooked anymore.

Seeing her look like a greedy little kitten deepened the smile in Remington's eyes.

Sitting nearby, Jerome suddenly felt entirely shut out.

He watched the scene unfold, the quiet melancholy in his eyes gradually turning into resignation.

In the past, the connection between Remington and Lizetta had always felt incredibly fragile, like walking en thần cẻ. That stability had made

Jerome believe he had a chance.

But now, everything was different.

He could see it clearly: they were deeply in love, and their bond was absolutely unbreakable.

"By the way, Jerome. Was the crash an accident or attempted murder? Have you found anything?"

Jerome had been lost in his thoughts, feeling a quiet sense of loss.

Lizetta's voice broke the silence, bringing his focus back.