NovelEnglishChapter 206 Remington locked eyes with Hogan, and their gazes collided.
One was deep and boundless, yet seemed to be carrying a blade so cold that it could cut to the bone.
The other was smirking with sarcasm, not giving an inch, an open challenge.
Between the flashes of blades, they almost wished they could tear each other apart.
Remington's lips curved slightly, “She’s my wife. If you really wish us well, you should mind your boundaries.” Hogan cracked a smile too, “The future is long, and today doesn't define tomorrow.” The implication is clear: today Lizetta might be Mrs. Dashiell, but who knows.
Remington got the message loud and clear.
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Shirley, of course, understood it too. Her tears instantly fell as she rushed forward to grab Hogan's arm.
“Hogan, do you really fancy Lizetta?” She couldn't stomach it. How could the man she liked, the one out of her reach, be content playing the lover to a woman she couldn't even stand? It was a huge blow to her.
Hogan pulled his arm away, “Ms. Shirley Dashiell, whoever | like is none of your business, and | definitely wouldn't fancy someone who's got a trash mouth, insulting and snarky.” Hogan calling her snarky? It was Lizetta who spilled coffee on her, and it was Lizetta who slapped her! How could Hogan be so blatantly biased? Shirley was close to losing it, with tears streaming down while Hogan already made a swift exit.
She stamped her foot, turning to Remington with a pout, “Remi, Lizetta and Hogan...
She didn't finish her sentence as Remington turned his head to look at her.
His gaze was icy, sending shivers down her spine. Shirley clamped her mouth shut, and her face turned pale.
“What did you just do?” Remington's voice was cold.
Shirley's head dropped guiltily, “What could | have done? | went to the hospital looking for Hogan and just happened to see Lizetta on a date with him, so | asked a few questions, that's all.” Shirley licked her lips nervously; Remington seemed calm, but she felt like she was facing a demon from hell.
“My face is hurting and I'm a mess; I'm going to leave.” She tried to leave, but Remington raised his hand to block Shirley's way, and instructed Cedric, “Keep an eye on her, get to the bottom of this.” With that said, he bent down to pick up the planner and the bank card from the ground, before striding towards the door.
Shirley clenched her fists; her face grew even paler as she rushed at Cedric blocking her way.
“I need to go to the hospital to check my face, to clean up and change, letthrough.”
Cedric gave Shirley a smile, “Ms.
Shirley Dashiell, are you going to come clean yourself or should I have our bodyguard watch you while we ask the waitstaff?” As Lizetta stepped quickly out of the cafe, the cold wind made her face feel icy.
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She raised her hand to wipe it, only to realize she had unknowingly started to cry.
She rubbed away the tears forcefully, while lifting her head to keep them from falling. again.
Hogan followed her out, and silently offered her a tissue; then he said with a soft voice. “Go ahead and cry; it'll feel better once it's out. I'll block for you, and no one will see .As he spoke he Stepped closer, while unbuttoning his coat and spreading it open. Lizetta, standing at the corner, now had a small private space thanks to his gesture. Lizetta had been determined not to cry, but now she couldn't help it. She squatted down, hugging her shoulders, and her whole body trembled silently. Hogan looked down at her, his expression filled with exceptional tenderness and pity.
Remington emerged from the cafe and searched quickly.When his eyes fell on them his gaze sharpened like a knife , and his hand unconsciously clenched. A snapping sound.
The bank card broke in the palm of his hand; the force cut into his flesh, and droplets of blood spilled onto the ground.
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