NovelEnglishHer voice was full of apology, and Lizetta turned her head with a smile.
"It's alright, Ms. West, it's just that your perfand makeup are a bit strong for me. I've been sensitive to
strong scents since | got pregnant, nothing more." Stella's smile stiffened a bit, and she instinctively touched her
face.
She was quite a bit older than Lizetta, and the years hadn't been kind. Her skin wasn't as firm, which naturally
led to a heavier makeup application.
Looking at Lizetta's makeup-free, porcelain-smooth, and radiant face, Stella felt a bit uncomfortable that a
shadow passed over her eyes.
She managed an awkward smile, and turned to Remington for ssupport.
But Remington wasn't looking at her. Instead, he instructed the driver, "Turn on the car's air recycling system."
The driver immediately acknowledged, and Stella's awkward smile completely froze.
"Stella, she's just more sensitive during her pregnancy. Don't take it to heart," Remington said as he wrapped an
arm around Lizetta, finally turning towards Stella. Stella quickly shook her head with a smile, "I'm just jealous of
Liz, having such a considerate and thoughtful husband like you. How could | mind?"
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The air was thick with unspoken words.
But it seemed lost on Remington. He tightened his embrace around Lizetta, letting her lean into him, and asked,
"Feeling alright?"
He genuinely thought she was bothered by the scent of perfand makeup. Lizetta was speechless.
Finding the situation pointless, she closed her eyes, saying, "I'll take a nap."
"Alright, sleep well," Remington responded, pulling her closer. He fetched a blanket to cover her, gently sorted
her hair, and softly massaged her arm.
His focus was entirely on his wife, seemingly forgetting there was another person beside them.
Stella watched this scene, clenching her fists tightly.
She had been in touch with Remington every day lately, subtly trying to get closer to him.
Remington was nice to her, hardly ever refusing her requests, but it went no further.
When she had a fever in the middle
of the night and called him, mentioning Martin was at the
E1
hospital with her mother and asking him to cover, all she got was a visit from Remington's family doctor.
Clearly, with Lizetta around, Remington wouldn't notice her.
Realizing this, Stella had agreed to
Remington's affection and
Lizetta's suggestion. Now, the
tenderness towards Lizetta only solidified her decision. Lizetta had to go. sw.net
And not just leave, but Stella had to ensure Lizetta could never return!
Now, Stella was worried that Lizetta might change her mind, caught in Remington's loving trap, and refuse to
leave.
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"Remington, | heard Liz is performing tomorrow. Can | cwatch?" Stella asked, her face filled with hope and
longing.
Remington instinctively touched his lips, signaling Stella to keep quiet so as not to disturb Lizetta.
Meeting Stella's slightly dimmed gaze and remembering how she used to dance and perform as a child, he
nodded softly, "I'll have someone send you an invitation." Stella immediately smiled.
Lizetta hadn't really fallen asleep. Hearing their quiet conversation, she suddenly regretted inviting trouble.
But the dance performance was her
smokescreen for leaving Zion City.
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She needed Remington to believe she was fully committed to the dance troupe, busy with the
upcoming shows for the next three months, so he would lower his guard.
With that thought, Lizetta let it go, and before long, she indeed drifted off to sleep.
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