Female NovelLizetta's eyes widened in shock, immediately cutting him off, "Stop! Put me down, now!"
Seeing her flush with annoyance, Remington reluctantly set her down. Lizetta leaned against a pillar,fixing her disheveled clothes.
The man looked down at her and suddenly said, "Who says they won't grow? I feel like they've gottenbigger these past few days."
Lizetta, at first confused by his comment, followed his gaze down to her chest and her face turned evenredder. But since she got pregnant, there seemed to indeed be some changes; her bra had gottentighter.
"Don't go wrapping them up in cloth this time."
Lizetta shot Remington a glare, remembering how she used to bind her chest with cloth and how hehad spanked her for it, feeling a tinge of sweetness.
He leaned closer, whispering slowly in her ear, "They're mine now. Any mistreatment won't just result ina spanking."
Although Lizetta wasn't well-endowed, her figure was beautifully proportioned, thanks to her slim waist.
She had always thought he liked her figure, but never realized he was actually a fan of bigger beingbetter.
She smacked Remington lightly, calling him a "pervert" with a mix of anger and embarrassment.Remington just held her and laughed softly, not bothering to argue.
At noon, Lizetta and Remington joined Fiona for lunch, and also shared their decision to have awedding celebration.
Fiona was over the moon, eagerly discussing dates and arrangements with Lizetta. After lunch, Lizettaspent a long while with Fiona, and they finally left the villa.
On their way back to Oakridge Heights, Remington got a call from Martin. Barbara had woken up andhad been moved from the ICU to a regular room.novelbin
Not wanting any delays, Remington directed the driver to the hospital, taking Lizetta with him. Enteringthe hospital room hand-in-hand, they found Eileen wiping Barbara's face. She greeted them with asmile. "Remington."
She hesitated to address Lizetta, feeling it awkward to call her "Mrs. Dashiell" in front of Barbara.Before she could find an appropriate title, Barbara happily reached out from her bed.
"Remington, I never thought I'd make it through this. Guess it means even the heavens want me towitness your wedding with Stella. Let's keep the wedding simple and fast, okay? I'm not sure how longI'll last but attending your wedding would let me die happy."
Eileen shot an apologetic smile at Lizetta, leaning in to whisper, "Mom, Mrs. Dashiell came too."
Remington held Lizetta's hand tighter, while the latter had made full mental preparation. Havingdecided to stand by Remington, Lizetta was ready to face all hardships with him, including hisobligations to the West family.
Respecting Barbara as a mother figure, Lizetta was prepared to treat her as such. Without hesitation,she returned Eileen's smile, clasped Remington's hand, and then turned to Barbara with a bouquet inhand, softly saying.
"Mrs. West, I've brought you some flowers. I arranged them myself with pale pink carnations, brightyellow roses, green bellflowers, and orange tulips, all symbols of health and happiness.
Try smelling them; the scent's light and refreshing. They're still dewy from the morning. Just touchthem; they're full of life and beauty."
Lizetta reached out to let Barbara feel the vibrant energy of the flowers. However, Barbara's smilefaded, and with a sudden sweep of her hand, she knocked the bouquet away.
In an instant, the flowers scattered on the floor.
Fortunately, Remington reacted quickly, pulling Lizetta away from the bedside to avoid getting hit in theface.
Barbara's voice was filled with agitation, "Remington, your wife knows I can't see. What's the point ofbringing me flowers? To mock me for being blind and lifeless, suggesting I'd be better off dead?"