Female NovelLizetta's lips quivered, her face pale as a sheet.
Indeed, what was the point of holding on or waiting any longer? Each minute of the past two days'waiting stretched out endlessly.
Before dusk, she still harbored hope. Remington had promised he'd return, so maybe he'd appear inthe yard any second now.
He'd rush over, envelop her in his arms, and apologize, saying, "Sorry, I'm late." But the night hadfallen, well past the time he'd promised to return.
In this age of instant communication, it wasn't possible that something had happened to Remington.The CEO of the Starlight Group wouldn't just have some accident without anyone noticing. Just asLizetta was about to say "alright", her phone, silent till then, suddenly lit up. It was the special ringtoneshe had set for Remington.
Lizetta froze. She slowly looked down, and upon seeing "Hubby" flashing on the screen, she couldscarcely believe her eyes.
Why now? Why was he calling at this moment? She hesitated to answer.
"Pick it up! Ask that jerk when he's gonna get back and beg for forgiveness!" Yolanda urged, nudgingLizetta, who snapped out of her daze. Her fingers trembled as she slid to answer the call. "Liz, I'msorry; I couldn't make it back as planned. I saw you called. You must be worried, right?" Remington'svoice, mixed with the sound of wind, reached Lizetta's ears. It felt surreal.
Noticing her silence, he paused, "Liz? Are you there?"
Lizetta moved her lips, "Yes."
She then noticed her voice was tight and hoarse.
"Are you sick?"
"Remington, where are you? You said you'd be back, but our wedding is tomorrow, and you've left meto face it alone! Even if it's a business trip, you can't just go off the grid. I must've called you hundredsof times but you didn't pick up the phone. Do you have any idea how worried and upset I've been thesepast two days?
You know the wedding was your idea. How could you do this? It's too much! I'm thinking of calling thewedding off."novelbin
Lizetta gradually found her voice, bombarding Remington with her disappointment, anger, andgrievances.
Remington listened in silence, and only when she mentioned calling off the wedding did he finallyspeak up with deep voice, gripping his phone.
"Liz, don't cancel the wedding! Listen to me, I've been stuck in the mountains near the border due to astorm, and we lost signal. I'm on my way back now, and I promise I'll be there tomorrow, okay?"
His usually calm and collected tone was replaced with urgency and slight panic. But his explanation didlittle to soothe Lizetta.
Hearing the storm raging on his end, she took a deep breath and said, holding back her frustration,"You don't need to rush. The weather sounds bad there. Just stay safe."
"Worried about me?" A hint of relief laced Remington's voice, accompanied by a light chuckle.
His laughter, however, only fueled Lizetta's pent-up exasperation. She snapped, "I just can't bear thethought of something happening to you on your way back. Besides, a wedding isn't something yourush. It's meaningless this way. Let's just cancel it. I don't want to..."
"Lizetta! I told you, I'll be there tomorrow. The wedding must go on as planned!"
It was unclear whether Remington was angry or simply didn't want to hear any more talk of cancelingthe wedding.