Chapter 1092
After coaxing Fiona to sleep, Lizetta stepped out of the hospital room with Remington.
Hand in hand, they walked slowly down the corridor toward Lizetta's room.
She tilted her head up, looking at him with genuine curiosity.
"Why did you call Grandma out on her acting just now?"
If Remington hadn't exposed the charade, Fiona likely would have pressured them into marching straight to city hall for a marriage certificate today, and Lizetta might have actually said yes out of sheer panic.
Wasn't that exactly what Remington had been dreaming of?
While assuming so might seem a little arrogant, Remington's recent behavior made
it incredibly obvious how desperate he was to remarry her.
Remington looked down at her, his deep, boundless gaze softening with an overwhelming, tender affection. He answered with absolute sincerity.
"I dream every single day about us getting married again as soon as possible. But this time, I want it to be because you truly want it, not because you were tricked or pressured into it."
Her eyes fluttered, a subtle ripple of emotion stirring in her chest.
"What if I never make up my mind? What if I never want to get married again?"
She had agreed to be his girlfriend, but she genuinely hadn't thought about taking things further just yet.
She wasn't ready for marriage. The memory of their failed two-year union, defined by its suffocating emotional distance, and the disastrous wedding that never happened, still haunted her.
Subconsciously, a part of her actively rejected the idea of returning to that institution.
She stared fixedly at him, watching the gentle, fragmented light shift in his eyes.
He lifted his hands to cradle her face, leaning down until they were eye-level, his tone solemn and devoted.
"If you never want to, then I'll just be your boyfriend forever. Whenever you're ready to give me that title, we can get married. As long as I'm the only boyfriend you ever have, I'm perfectly fine with that."
Lizetta burst into a soft laugh, playfully swatting his chest.
"Well, now that you mention it, I hadn't realized a girl could have multiple boyfriends at once. I
suppose I should south
few different styles..."
for a
Before she could even finish her sentence, Remington's arm snapped around her
waist, locking her flush against his hard chest.
His narrow, piercing eyes narrowed into a dangerous, predatory slit.
"What other styles are you looking for?"
Lizetta blinked innocently. "Handsome men come in all types, right? I'd need a sunny, energetic golden retriever type, a refined and gentle romantic, and maybe a dark, unhinged psycho. Ah!"
Mid-sentence, Remington effortlessly hoisted her up by the waist.
In one fluid, dizzying motion, he tossed her right over his broad shoulder.
"What are you doing? Are you crazy? Put me down!"
She kept her voice low, slapping his back in frantic protest.
They were in the middle of a hospital corridor. With bodyguards stationed every few feet, the entire floor was under maximum security.
Even without looking up, Lizetta could feel the heavy stares of his security detail burning into them from all directions.
As soon as she demanded to be let down, his large hand came down hard on her rear.
Smack.
The corridor was so dead silent that the sound seemed to echo all the way down to the elevator banks.
Her face instantly burned crimson,
Abandoning her attempts to hit him, she threw her hands over her face shaking her loose hair forward to completely veil her blushing cheeks.
Carrying her effortlessly toward her room, Remington's voice dropped to a low, husky register.
"Didn't you want a dark, unhinged psycho? I can play that part just fine."
As he spoke, he kicked the door open, carried her inside, and tossed her onto the center of the hospital bed.
He slowly yanked his necktie loose, his expression turning dark and predatory as he stalked toward the mattress.