Novel Square
Chapter 840
As soon as Remington felt a twinge of guilt, she would subtly make her small requests, and Remington would usually agree. However, when Remington heard that the cufflinks were with Lizetta, his expression softened slightly, but he still chose to feign ignorance. "What did she misunderstand?" he asked.
Stella felt like she was choking on her own frustration, barely managing to keep a neutral face. She withdrew her hand, explaining, "Liz probably saw such personal items with me and assumed we were close. She got really angry, snatched the cufflinks away, and pushed me to the ground..."
Before she could finish, Remington interrupted, "She got angry?" His lips curled into a suspicious hint of a smile.
Stella was taken aback. Why was there a smile on his face?
The smile on Remington's lips grew more pronounced. "So, do you think she was jealous?" he asked.
Stella felt as if her heart was being pierced, her nails digging into her palm. Remington clearly wasn't looking for an answer; he was pleased, convinced that Lizetta was indeed jealous. She still cares about him.
Thinking this, he turned and got into the car. Stella was anxious; she hadn't yet discussed what she had waited here for. She took a few hurried steps and grabbed the door before it could close.
"Remington, Mr. Temple's birthday banquet is in a few days. Can we go together? You know I haven't attended such events since I returned. If you could be my date, I..."This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.
Her eyes were bright with hope and trust as she looked at the man inside the car. Her already delicate appearance made her look even
instinct in any man. But Remington
cut her off, his voice cold.
more vulnerable, stirring
"I'll be going with Liz that day." His gaze fell on Stella's hand holding the door, impatiently signaling her to let go.
Stella bit her lip, "Remington, did Liz agree? Knowing her, she might not want to go with you..."
Remington was not pleased to hear this. His eyes turned cold and sharp, "She won't refuse me!" With that, he moved to close the door.
Stella was frustrated, tears welling up as she clung to the door, trembling. She took out her phone and said,
"Remington, Lizetta doesn't love you!
She told me to go ahead and win you over, saying she wishes me to become Mrs. Dashiell soon. She said she's tired of you and hopes to get rid of you so you won't bother her anymore. Remington, I'm the one who truly loves you. I've loved you since we were kids and I'm willing to do anything for you. Why won't you turn around and see me, instead of choosing to be Lizetta's lapdog?"
Tears streamed down Stella's cheeks as she spoke passionately, a sight difficult for any man to remain indifferent to. Especially since Stella and Remington shared such a dramatic childhood together.
Cedric, sitting in the driver's seat, felt
his heart race at Stella's emotional confession, He thought the boss must feel differently about Ms. West, wondering if he could actually be swayed by her. After all, which man doesn't want to be adored? It's too easy to satisfy a man's ego. And compared to Ms. West's passionate unrequited love, the wife seemed far too indifferent.
Remington's handsome face darkened with anger. Seeing him visibly upset, Stella felt a surge of hope and reached out to caress his well-defined thigh constrained by his suit pants.