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Chapter 152
“Are you not letting go?” Remington quipped with a mocking look as he stared at Lizetta.
Feeling a bit embarrassed but with Lucian having said as much, Lizetta finally released her grip.
Once Lucian left, Lizetta flopped back onto the hospital bed.
She turned over, presenting her back to Remington, her whole stance screaming resistance.
Remington’s eyes darkened further, aggravated for no reason by the old lady next door who kept gossiping and watching.
With a swift motion, the man yanked the curtain between the two hospital beds shut.
The old lady muttered, “Such a foul temper. What’s the use of being good–looking? No wonder his wife wants a divorce. He’s nowhere near as good as that young man was.”
Remington became more detached, but he wasn’t about to pick a fight with a sick old lady.
When Cedric came back, Remington ordered, “Arrange a private room.”
Before Cedric could move, Lizetta, propped up slightly on the bed, rejected the idea.
“I don’t need it. I’m staying just one night and will be discharged tomorrow.”
It wasn’t a big deal for her, the fever had gone down with the IV, and she’d likely be fine by tomorrow.
Lucian, being careless, had just gone to get her test results, and Lizetta had requested the doctors to consider her pregnancy when prescribing medication.
But Remington, always astute, wasn’t easy to fool.
Lizetta worried he’d move her to a different room and call in a new doctor, and if her secret was
be done for.
“You won’t rest well here,” Remington disagreed, glancing again at Cedric.
out, she’d
Lizetta grew anxious, “Is it because you’re worried I won’t rest well, or is Mr. Dashiell the one who can’t stand it? If it’s too much to bear, Mr. Dashiell should just leave. I don’t need looking after, I can handle myself!”
Her emotions flared, and Cedric looked to Remington.
“Mr. President?”
“Step out for a bit.”
That was conceding to Lizetta’s wishes, not to change the room.
Cedric thought only the missus could defy the boss like that and get away with it.
The boss clearly cared, yet why couldn’t the two of them ever patch things up?
Cedric left, and Remington bent down to check Lizetta’s forehead, She dodged but his large hand insistently found its way there.
“Burning up like this, what can you handle? Stop being so damn stubborn!”
Feeling his palm against her, Lizetta, vulnerable as she was, couldn’t help but crave that bit of tenderness, her heart fluttering weakly
Then she heard Remington’s biting sarcasm, “Getting ill and not calling me, what, do you want to end up so feverish you become an idiot, for me to be responsible for you all my life?”
She had a fever, didn’t contact him, but went to Lucian instead.
And that last time with March, for such a big deal, she reached out to Lupian too, keeping him in the dark completely.
A restlessness surged in Remington’s eyes, his emotions tumultuous
Just as Lizetta felt a stir of emotion, she was met with his mocking tone
She yanked his hand away. “Even if I burn up into an idiot, I won’t hang myself just to not be a burden on
you.”
Remington snorted, “Never seen an idiot hang themselves, you’d be better off relying on me.”
Lizetta choked, feeling like if the fever didn’t do her in his attitude would
Lucky for her, a nurse came in to administer her IV, and Lizetta cooperated. The nurse advised
“We haven’t added any antipyretics. Family members should keep an eye on physical cooling methods. monitor the temperature constantly, and call us if it doesn’t drop in an hour.”
Remington narrowed his eyes at the nurse. “Why not use antipyretic injections?
Obviously, it was because Lizetta was pregnant, and they were trying to avoid the use of ancoretic injections if possible.
Lizetta’s heart skipped a beat, nervously eyeing the nurse, panic–stricken Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
The nurse, puzzled by Remington’s question, thinking how could such a handsome man lack common sense? Didn’t he know pregnant women should not casually use antipyretic injections?