NovelAppJercasually reached out, gently taking Lizetta's hand without making a scene.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"It wasn't exactly a social visit. It was at Mr. Daisynes's place. Grandpa's migraines still haven't found a cure. Mr. Daisynes doesn't have many hobbies, just a unique love for wine tasting. I ended up having a couple of drinks with him, and well, here we are." Nelson Madden has always struggled with migraines. His last visit to Zion City was specifically to see a renowned healer for acupuncture. However, Mr. Daisynes had long since stopped practicing, and it was his top apprentice who treated Nelson last time. The acupuncture did work, but Nelson still suffered from occasional outbreaks, and they seemed to be getting more frequent with time. This month has seen more episodes than the last.
Upon arriving in Zion City, Lizetta also tried to track down the healer, but to no avail. Hearing that Jerwas in this state because of such a situation made her feel even more guilty and concerned. She felt she was failing in her duties as a granddaughter. "You actually met Mr. Daisynes? Why didn't you tell me? You should've askedto calong. I could have kept the old healer company with a couple of drinks. I'm pretty good at it!" "Really? Since when does Liz have the talent to drink anyone under the table?" Jerome's eyes twinkled with affection as he smiled.
Lizetta tilted her chin up slightly, appearing a bit haughty. "Well, I'm definitely better at it than you! You're not allowed to touch alcohol for a while, and you should also cut back on spicy and stimulating foods. And next tyou visit the old healer, you have to takewith you! I'm also very devoted, you know. Wow, Mr. Madden, were you trying to outdoand keep all the glory for yourself? How cunning!" Jercould easily tell she was just teasing him. His chest rose gently with laughter, not holding back his smile, as if a spring breeze had broken through the ice. "I just happened to run into him today. I'll definitely take you next time." They were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't notice the man standing at the door, his presence radiating a cold fury.
"Tsk, tsk, Remi, don't do anything rash! You don't want Liz to run away from you again," Timothy Temple, said as he grabbed Remington's et arm, noticing the veins popping on his hand as he reached for the door handle, engulfed in a murderous aura. Timothy's new girlfriend had cfor a check-up, and he had run into Remington by chance, deciding to accompany him. Remington had stepped out to make a phone call and arrange for a hospital room. But in the short the was gone, he returned to find Jerholding Lizetta's hand. They were laughing and talking, and crucially, Lizetta hadn't pulled her hand away.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Let go!" Remington said through clenched teeth, his voice low and harsh. Timothy felt that if he let go, Remington would barge in there and literally twist Jerome's arm. It did seem like Remington was being cuckolded at the moment.
"Remi, you might want to cool down before you go in there, or your rival might just knock you out," Timothy advised.
Fortunately, by then, Lizetta had already withdrawn her hand from Jerome's. Remington took a deep breath and released his grip on the doorhandle. Yurning back to Timothy, he said, "I remember your grandfather and Mr. Daisynes have been close for years. Your grandfather's eightieth birthday is coming up soon. Mr. Daisynes will be there, right?"
It seemed Remington had overheard Jerand Lizetta's conversation from within the room and was now plotting to use Timothy's connection to help Lizetta get in good with Mr. Daisynes.
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