NovelEnglishLizetta frowned and pressed her ear against the bathroom door, straining to hear any sounds. Outside, it was eerily quiet-not a single noise.
Recalling Tina mentioning that Remington had been called away by Nathan for a conversation and that no one would cin, Lizetta quickly wrapped herself in a bath towel and opened the door, hurrying towards the walk- in closet. Fortunately, the bedroom was empty.
Lizetta pulled open a drawer, grabbed slingerie, and breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to head back to the bathroom. But as she turned around, she heard footsteps and the sound of a man talking on the phone outside the dressing room. "Sendthe project files again after you've recompiled them. Bye." It was Remington's deep and familiar voice, coming closer.
Lizetta glanced down at herself, wrapped only in a towel, and felt a wave of panic.
Her mind went blank, but her body reacted faster than her thoughts. She opened a wardrobe and dove inside, closing the door behind her.
The footsteps quickly approached the wardrobe, and Lizetta heard two thuds.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt must have been Remington placing his phone and watch on the display shelf in the middle.
Then cthe rustling sound of clothing being removed.
Lizetta, tucked inside the wardrobe, dared not breathe. She thought she must have lost her mind to hide like this.
If she were found now, it would be even more embarrassing.
She closed her eyes and prayed for Remington to leave quickly, but it seemed her prayers went unanswered. Instead of leaving, the footsteps stopped right outside her wardrobe door and stood still.
With only a door between them, Lizetta held her breath nervously. Her cheeks flushed red from the lack of air, and she felt suffocated.
She was on the verge of tears from her own stupidity when Remington moved, his foot kicking the wardrobe door.
In a panic, Lizetta raised her hand to cover her mouth, but the movement was too sudden, causing her elbow to thud against the door. "Who's there?!" As Remington's stern voice sounded, the wardrobe door swung open.
Light poured in, revealing Lizetta эл curled up inside. Her skin was damp, her fingers pressed to her lips, and her eyes wide with panic, like a startled rabbit.
The white was cowel she was wrapped in cariously close to falling off, curly hair sticking to her pale neck and collarbonetent Remington, standing in front of the wardrobe, was also surprised to find such a sight by following the trail of wet footprints.
He stood frozen, unable to take his eyes off her, his gaze growing darker.
"Get out!" Lizetta glared at Remington, finally regaining her senses, her embarrassment turning to anger.
But Remington just raised an eyebrow, leisurely taking in the sight of her slowly blushing body.
His gaze finally settled on her nervously curled, petite, pale toes, his breathing deepening uncontrollably.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"This is my room. Seems like the one who should leave isn't me." For Remington, the scene was like a feast laid out before a hungry traveler.
How could he easily pass it up? He spoke in a hoarse voice, leaning in slightly.
By now, Remington's shirt was untucked from his black dress pants, the belt undone.
As he leaned closer, sunlight filtered through his thin shirt, castingdight and shadows across the defined muscles of his chest and a
His familiar scent of deep wood enveloped her, sending Lizetta into a panic. Skie instinctively pushed him away. "Stay back! We're divorced!" She wanted to push him away, to escape.
The next second, he didn't make it difficult for her, letting her push him away.
But as Lizetta rushed out, her right foot tingled, her legs gave way, and she screamed, tumbling forward. X Like RICH WOMEN? These women desperately want a mature men! JOIN NOW *Waming these rich. women will persue you.
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