Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 614

"Here, try this homemade red date and angelica soup. It's just the right temperature and sweet. Have a sip."

Lizetta had been constantly nagged by him to eat, and it was driving her nuts.

She reached out, intending to snatch the thermos from him to splash the soup right in his face that seemed to beam with affection.

But Remington was clearly prepared. No matter how hard Lizetta tried, she couldn't wrestle the thermos away from his firm grip.

Frustrated, Lizetta looked up, ready to hurl insults, but Remington took a sip from the thermos and then leaned down to kiss her, forcing the soup into her mouth.

Lizetta's eyes widened in shock, refusing to swallow.

With a gentle press under her chin from his hand, she found herself swallowing against her will.

The soup was meant to be sweet, but all she could taste was bitterness.

"Stop the car! I'm going to be sick."

Lizetta wiped her mouth forcefully, her face full of disgust.

Remington's vein on his temple throbbed as he pinched her chin and fed her another mouthful.

Looking at her flushed face, whether from anger or discomfort, he coldly wiped the corner of her lips and said, "You're recovering from childbirth. You can't go outside and catch a cold. If you really need to throw up, do it in the car. I don't mind."

Saying so, he actually leaned over to hand her the car's trash can hanging on the door beside them.

The next moment, Lizetta was indeed vomiting into the trash can.

At that instant, Remington's face turned even paler, almost ashen.

Clearly, he thought she was doing it just to spite him.

But the reality that she was genuinely sick was something he couldn't bear, casting a shadow of defeat and despair over his handsome face.

Lizetta, feeling empty, eventually stopped and tried to move away from Remington's lap, and this time, he didn't stop her.

As she gazed out the window at the increasingly unfamiliar streets, she still attempted to negotiate with him.

Because, apart from that, she was out of options.

"Mr. Dashiell, we're already divorced, and Daisy... she's gone. Parting ways is the best outcome for us. Do you really want to make me hate you more?"

Remington clenched his jaw, his previous words echoing in his mind.

He'd rather have her hate him than feel nothing at all towards him.

But deep down, he knew he couldn't bear her hatred.

However, he also knew that letting go now meant losing her forever.

After a long pause, he turned back to face Lizetta, his voice hoarse.

"Seeing you so frail, I can't let go. Get better, recover fully from your childbirth. Once you're completely healed, I'll let you go."