Female NovelAs Lina made her way upstairs with a tray of freshly made supper, she accidentally stumbled upon ascene straight out of a Hollywood romance - the master of the house, Remington, passionatelyembracing his wife, Lizetta, in his lap; their kiss seemed a fiery testament to their love.
Lizetta's hair flowed through Remington's fingers, adding an air of intimacy to the moment.
Feeling startled, Lina quickly turned around and retreated; as she was considering whether to headback downstairs, she heard Remington's deep voice echo from the bedroom, instructing, "Leave itoutside." Lina promptly placed the tray on the small cabinet in the hallway and tiptoed back downstairs.
Back in the bedroom, Lizetta, with her cheeks flushing, gently pushed Remington away once she heardLina's footsteps fade.
Remington, with a slight smile playing on his lips, caressed her flushed cheeks and teased, "Enjoyedthe kiss?"
Lizetta shot him a glare; the reaction of her body betrayed her. She reluctantly admitted, "You're quitethe kisser. Let's not do that again." Remington chuckled, and had his thumb graze her now swollen lipsbefore he stood to bring in the dinner.
Now genuinely hungry, Lizetta anticipated the delightful flavors of Lina's cooking, which was known forits light and nutritious qualities.
As Remington set the table, the aroma hit Lizetta, and her stomach growled embarrassingly loud. Sheblushed, and Remington's smile widened.
"Seems like Joy is hungry too, protesting in there," he joked, referring to their unborn child as he satbeside her, and stirred the soup as if to feed her.
"I can feed myself, you know. The doctor only advised bed rest," Lizetta protested, her independenceflaring.
But Remington, ever the doting husband, insisted on feeding her, saying, "Let me take care of mydaughter. Any objections?"
"Who's your daughter?" Lizetta retorted; she was slightly annoyed yet amused.
"Joy, who else?" Remington raised an eyebrow; his playful tone suggested that he was teasing her forbeing as needy as a child.novelbin
Lizetta couldn't help but accept the spoonful of soup, while touching her stomach softly, "How do youknow Joy's a girl?"
"Then we'll have a son next, to protect you alongside me. Our little princess is enough for now,"Remington mused, hinting at Lizetta's temperamental nature.
As Lizetta opened her mouth to argue, she was interrupted by another spoonful of soup.
After the meal, Remington stood to call Lina to clear up, but Lizetta, concerned, grabbed his hand andasked about the injury she noticed.
"You care for me, after all?" Remington's voice carried a hint of vulnerability.
Lizetta insisted on fetching the first aid kit, but Remington reassured her, "Just lie down; I'll take care ofit. Your concern is enough."
The next day, Lizetta was confined to bed rest, while Remington had Cedric bring work to OakridgeHeights so he could stay by her side. After dinner and a check-up from their private doctor, whoconfirmed Lizetta could move around, they decided to step out for some fresh air.
Arriving at Echo Ridge Villa by sunset, Remington carried Lizetta out of the car despite her protests,claiming the doctor's permission for her to walk a bit.
Since the incident, Lizetta felt like a damsel in distress, as she was constantly in Remington's arms; itwas a situation both frustrating and endearing.