Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 677

“Remington! What are you up to now!?” Lizetta’s expression instantly changed, shedding her icy demeanor for a look of annoyance and vexation.

Catching a glimpse of her, Remington stuffed the bag he was holding into her arms. Instinctively, Lizetta wrapped her arms around it, and the next second, Remington bent over and scooped her up.

As she was momentarily lifted off the ground, he looked down at her again. Lizetta quickly raised her hand, covering her mouth tightly, her eyes displaying nothing but caution and wariness.

However, Remington simply turned around expressionless and carried her to the hospital bed, seating her down. He then took the bag from her one-handed grip, pulling out socks and soft slippers, and knelt down.

Lizetta was wearing standard slippers, a last-minute purchase by Yolanda from a supermarket near the hospital. They were of decent quality. But Yolanda hadn't gone through childbirth herself and didn’t think much of it when choosing, so she bought flip-flops.

Without socks, Lizetta only realized her feet were ice cold when Remington removed her flip-flops, his large hands firmly gripping her feet. His palms were warm, bearing the slight calluses from years of working out, as he rubbed her feet, cold as marble.

An unusual sensation crawled up her veins from the touch, causing Lizetta to retract her feet, only to be caught by the ankle. Lizetta kicked out, but Remington, still squatting before her, didn’t budge an inch. Her strength was nowhere near enough to contend with his.

“Stop fidgeting!” Remington looked up at her, “You’ve had significant bleeding and you’re in postpartum care. If you don’t want me to look after you, you should at least take care of yourself.”

Lizetta felt a bit dazed, his words strangely familiar. After a moment, she recalled saying, “Don’t underestimate a bad smell, even if it sounds unpleasant,” herself.

It was back when she first joined the Dashiell family, clinging to Remington. But what teenager would want a little girl tailing him all the time?

“Lizetta, can you stop sticking to me like a bad smell? Go find some friends or hang out by yourself, just stop following me around!”