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Lizetta leaned into Remington's embrace, her body feeling as though every ounce of strength had been drained
from it.
Seeing him at that moment, she couldn't deny the sense of security that washed over her.
The panic and tension faded away, revealing the discomfort she had been trying to hide.
Her stomach ached slightly, she was shivering from the cold, and her lips had turned a shade of blue. Clutching
at his shirt, her teeth chattered as she spoke.
"Dora..."
Remington quickly bent down to pick Lizetta up, comforting her with a gentle gaze.
"Ray's got this, don't worry. She'll be fine."
He had rushed over with Ray the moment he heard the commotion. By the the got there, Dora was already
tangling with those guys.
He hadn't found Lizetta in the villa, but upon seeing tracks behind the building, he had hurriedly followed them.
But with Ray's skills, he was confident there wouldn't be any trouble.
Hearing his deep, reassuring voice made Lizetta's eyes well up with tears, her voice catching in her throat.
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But his words truly eased her worries, allowing her body to relax completely as she nestled into Remington's
arms.
Lizetta had fled in such a hurry that she was underdressed for the cold. Despite not having gone far, her body
felt frozen.
Remington felt like he was holding a block of ice, and since he had also rushed out without dressing properly, he
was unable to provide her with much warmth.
He quickened his pace, glancing down at her worriedly from tto time.
Seeing her pale face, furrowed brows, and the sweat that seemed to form despite the cold, he could sense her
discomfort.
His heart tightened, and his voice softened even more, "Are you in pain anywhere?"
Lizetta pressed a hand to her stomach, unsure if the pain was from running too hastily or if there was a more
serious issue. The more anxious and tense she became, the worse the throbbing pain got.
She shook her head slightly, but Remington seemed to understand everything, taking even larger strides as he
spoke in a low voice.
"It's alright, you've danced every day without issue, which proves our Daisy is healthy and strong. Just relax and
follow my breathing." As he spoke, he pressed her closer to his chest.
Lizetta could hear his steady, strong heartbeat and feel the rise and fall of his chest.
Following his rhythm, she began to adjust her breathing.
Whether it was the comfort she found in his presence or his method was
tightually effective, she felt the
tightness and pain in her stomach. lessen considerably.
By then, Remington had kicked open the door to the house and carried Lizetta inside.
He placed her on the bed and covered her with two blankets.
Bending over, he gently arranged her messy hair, tucking it behind her ears.
Lizetta, her lips devoid of any color, turned her head away, avoiding his tender touch.
"I'm okay now. You... you should check on Dora..."
She stammered, still feeling the chill.
When she had escaped, she had glimpsed several figures sneaking inside.
Having lived with Dora for a while,
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Lizetta had cto see her as
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friend. If anything happened to Dora because of her, she would be
consumed by guilt.
Lizetta recognized the place; it was right above her own villa, but it was eerily quiet outside, with no signs of
conflict.
Such silence only served to heighten her unease.
Remington tucked the blankets around her more securely and stood upright, but he said, "I can't leave you alone
at a tlike this."
As for the wellbeing of others, he wasn't as concerned.
Lizetta turned her head, looking back at him.
He stood at the foot of the bed, gazing down at her. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow, his
deep eyes filled with an intense emotion that seemed to envelop her.
Lizetta felt a pang in her heart, as if touched by a hot flame, and turned her head away again.
"Are you still cold? Does your stomach still hurt?"
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