NovelAppChapter 262 Lizetta bent down to prop up Remington and walked towards the king-sized bed: Once at the bedside, Remington hung his head low, his thin lips curving slightly.
He was about to lie down, thinking to himself that little rascal Joseph knew a thing or two.
Just then, Lizetta suddenly let go of him, raised her foot, and planted a hefty kick right on the man’s upturned rear *Qof!* :000 00 00 000 0000 » 000 0000000 Remington’s large and heavy frwas actually sent sprawling onto the bed by her kick.
“Lizetta!” Remington was momentarily shocked, shouting out in disbelief as he experienced something like this for the first time.
This wasn't just like pulling a hair from a tiger's head, it was practically like hopping on the tiger's head for a joyride.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLizetta used to be quite afraid of Remington. In her eyes, Remington had both the authority of a father or brother and the preciousness of someone in love.
She was always walking on eggshells to please him, fearing even a single frown from him.
But now she was ready to call it quits. Love was out the window, and all the rose-colored filters were shattered on the ground.
- she wa She was all in for a broken pot falling off the shelf she wasn’t scared of him anymore.
With her arms crossed and her chin up, Lizetta quipped, “Wow, shouting so loudly, aren't you? Not feeling weak anymore? | had no clue you was such a masochist, Mr. Dashiell!” She chuckled and tumed to leave.
But in an instant, she was grabbed by a strong force and, before she knew it, Lizetta found herself underneath him.
She struggled with all her limbs, but Remington, like a fierce lion, pinned her hands above her head with one hand.
His strong knees pressed down on her legs, and with his other hand, he yanked off his tie and started to undo his shirt buttons.
His entire being radiated a wild and untamed aura as he coolly curved his lips towards her.
de 11 “What kind of man would be weak in bed? And | had no idea you liked hearingmoan on the bed, did 1?” He deliberately misinterpreted her words. Lizetta’s face turned crimson with anger and a hint of fear, trembling as she spoke.
“What are you doing?” “A man, a woman, spouses, in bed what do you think?” As Remington spoke, he had already undone all his shirt buttons, and pulled the shirttails out of his trousers.
His shirt wide open, he revealed a well-defined chest and washboard abs. His skin néw was slightly reddened from a hot tea burn, giving him an unexpectedly alluring look.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLizetta could also smell the unique scent of cool pine mixed with the clean, masculine fragrance emanating from him an enigmatic blend of hormones.
Her breathing was erratic, a mix of panic, nervousness, anger, and a sense of breaking down as she bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.
00000000 00000000«000600£000000 0000000000000 1/2 “Remington, you bastard! We're divorced! You're about to beca daddy with another woman. Why are you still bothering me? I'm telling you, if you dare touchtoday, I will...” She faltered at the crucial moment, struggling to deliver a threat. For someone who had played the good girl for too long, it was a tall order.
Remington couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter at her flustered, beet-red face.
“And what exactly would you do to me? If you really could, I'd advise you to save your breath or you might just becthe first woman to die from not being able to spit out a harsh word.” She felt utterly insulted, and a flash of inspiration struck her.
Her eyes lit up as she blurted out, “I'll perform a physical castration on you while you sleep!” Raising an eyebrow, Remington gavé a half-smile.
“You know about physical castration? Do you even know where to cut? Can you?” Lizetta scoffed, “Of course | know. One slice, and off goes a piece of meat! I'll make sure it’s quick and clean, won't let you suffer too much.” 10:20 Chapter 262 As she spoke, Lizetta cast a fierce glare down at a certain area of his body, trying to make his legs clench with that vicious look.
Wondering if that would scare him.
But instead of being scared, there was a visible change in his crotch, his suit pants struggling to contain it Lizetta felt as if she had been pricked by a needle, her gaze darting away restlessly.
Remington took her hand and pressed it down with a chuckle, “Silly girl, it's supposed to be cut here.” With her wrist forcefully held and a heavy weight in her palm, Lizetta’s entire body flushed red, and she was on the verge of tears.
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