Female NovelIn an instant, the two of them tumbled onto the bed together.
Remington was underneath, protectively holding Lizetta above him.
Lizetta was in a state of shock, gasping for air. As she came to her senses, she tried to struggle free.
But Remington tightened his grip around her waist and suddenly spoke up.
"I admit that when I saw you beaten and bruised on that snowy night years ago, I thought of Stella. Andyes, the first piece of orange candy I gave you was Stella's favorite."
Hearing just this much, Lizetta felt as though her heart was being sliced open; unable to hold back, shehad tears stream down her face.
Each tear, heavy with her grievances and shattered feelings, fell directly from her eyes, and landed onRemington's forehead, nose, eyelids, and lips.
For a moment, Remington panicked. He quickly lifted his head, kissing her, trying to soothe her brokenheart.
"Don't cry, let me finish!"novelbin
"I don't want to hear it anymore. Since you love her so much, just share your deep feelings with her.She'd probably love to hear them, and she'd be touched. Don't tell me, I don't want to be a witness toyour love!"
Lizetta covered her ears and clumsily climbed off Remington, attempting to escape the bed.
But she had only taken one step when Remington caught her around the waist and pulled her back.
He made her sit on his lap, with one arm circling her waist, while forcefully pulling her hands away fromher ears to his lips for a tender kiss before he said helplessly.
"Silly girl, how could you ever be a stand-in? When Stella disappeared, we were both not even twelve.What did we know about love at that age? Do you think I'm some kind of reincarnated god of love?"Remington felt that his actions should prove he wasn't the kind to fall in love and talk about romance atsuch a young age, right?
Everyone always said Remington was cold-hearted and indifferent. She was really overestimating him.
"What do you mean?" Lizetta looked at Remington, feeling bewildered. Remington tightened his grip onLizetta's hand and placed it over his heart as he finally said.
"To me, Stella was a childhood companion, a kin, and a benefactor, but not a lover."
Again, Lizetta was taken aback. It was the answer she had been longing to hear for so long.
He was so straightforward, not hiding anything; he said it so clear, without any ambiguity.
But Lizetta felt dazed, unsure whether to believe him or not.
"Even if you don't believe all this, Stella is six years older than you, and you two have differentpersonalities, looks, and hobbies. How could I ever see you as her stand-in?" Remington couldn't helpbut laugh at the absurdity; he gently tapped Lizetta on the head as he spoke.
"How did I not realize before that you have such a wild imagination?"
Lizetta winced from the tap, but that slight pain grounded her, reassuring her that this wasn't a dream.
Biting her lip, she said, "But the scars on your body aren't fake, right? You yourself said last time theywere from looking for someone who got hurt. Wasn't that Stella?"
"It was."
Remington admitted.
A sting went through Lizetta's heart again, "Yes, you've been searching for her all these years."
Even Stella's parents and brother didn't go to Celestia just for a hint of her whereabouts; neither hadthey searched her for years like he did.
Lizetta remembered clearly that the year Remington went abroad, Quentin took his tests normally andattended a university in Zion City.
If Remington had nothing to hide, why didn't he mention Stella at all when talking about the Westfamily?
Stella had been found for quite some time now, yet he kept it from her, not letting her know a thing.
Lizetta clenched her fists tightly, refusing to believe him easily. She dared not trust him blindly, as shecannot let herself fall foolishly again.