NovelEnglishJerome's room was right next to Liz's.
After chatting for a bit, they both headed to their own rooms.
Liz was about to enter her room when she heard Jerome's voice from behind.
"Aren't you going to ask about him?"
Since Liz went abroad, she had only called Jeronce and hadn't contacted anyone else after that.
Jerhad just updated Liz about Yolanda, telling her that after she left, Remington hadn't done anything to
Yolanda. Yolanda had just successfully wrapped up her latest fantasy series.
He also mentioned that Fiona and Joy were both in good health, and her older brother's treatment was going as
planned.
But Liz hadn't asked about Remington, not even once.
Now, Jerdidn't mention that name, but Liz stiffened for a moment, knowing exactly who he meant.
She slowly turned around, meeting Jerome's gaze with a smile.
"He's irrelevant now. | don't want to know. Goodnight."
She waved at Jerome, who looked at her with a slightly deeper gaze, pondering the gentle serenity of her smile.
True letting go and moving on should be as natural as breathing, leaving no trace.
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Not like this, deliberately avoiding, which often reveals more than it hides.
But he didn't call her out on it, nor did he say more. He just slightly raised his eyebrows, nodded at Liz with a
warm smile, and replied. "Goodnight, sweet dreams."
"You too."
Liz smiled, turned, and entered her room.
She closed the door behind her, leaning slowly against it.
She didn't want to care about what happened to Remington after she left, whether he was still looking for her or
had completely let go.
That nhad slowly turned into the deepest wound in her heart.
Unmentioned, untouched, it wouldn't hurt.
Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation in her belly-it was her baby turning over and giving her a little kick.
Liz chuckled and rubbed her stomach, saying, "It's bedtime. Are you messing with mommy again? Just so you
know, you better behave tonight!" Five months in, and the baby movements had becquite frequent.
But lately, Joy seemed to have
turned into a night owl, always
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active at midnight, kicking Liz awake several times as if playing pranks on
her
mother.
At that moment, Liz had no idea that the person she avoided talking about was just on the other side of the wall.
Standing alone in the cold winter night, he looked towards her room's light, his eyelashes gathering frost.
It wasn't until all the lights in the villa
had been out for a while that he finally
moved, overcoming the
numbness in his body as the ne
he
stealthily made his way inside.
The night was silent.
The window was quietly opened, and a tall figure slipped in from behind the curtains, soundlessly.
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On the bed, Liz lay on her side, sleeping peacefully.
Remington stood there for who knows how long, waiting until the chill on his body had dissipated before he
slowly approached. Kneeling by the bed, he held his breath, gazing at her blurred face in the dim light.
It was unclear whether the melting frost from his eyelashes or something else caused it, but his eyes gradually
filled with warmth.
Suddenly, Liz furrowed her brows, murmured something in her sleep, and shifted uncomfortably.
Remington froze, panic-stricken. He thought of retreating but then heard her sleep talk.
"Remi..." she was calling for him.
In her dreams, Liz was actually calling out for him!
She still remembered him!
A surge of emotion lit up Remington's deep eyes, his
heartbeat racing uncontrollably. He almost couldn't stop himself from reaching out to embrace her.
But then, he froze.
Because he heard her next mumbled words.
"Go away, don't touch me, | hate you."
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