MainNovelChapter 923
It all seemed like a sweet, dream-like moment just a little while ago.
Now, with her avoiding him and acting like she couldn't stand the sight of him, it felt painfully real.
The contrast was truly heartbreaking.
Remington looked a bit hurt, standing his ground by the door.
"Can't | just stay in the room?"
"No way! If Grandpa finds out I've gone all mushy and tangled up with you again, he'd probably book a private
jet and fly over here instantly!"
Lizetta said, pushing Remington with more determination.
Clinging to the doorframe, he pleaded, "You take your call. | won't interrupt or make a sound."
It was his last stand.
The video call had been ringing for a while and suddenly ended on its own.
Lizetta let out a sigh of relief, only for the ringtone to erupt once more, sounding even more urgent.
Worried that her grandpa might be getting anxious, she didn't have tto deal with Remington anymore.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe gave him a warning gesture to keep quiet, then turned to the couch to answer the call.
"Grandpa, Grandma, are you missingalready?"
On the screen, two warm, loving faces appeared, beaming at her.
Lizetta's voice softened, instinctively slipping into a sweet, affectionate tone.
Remington quietly closed the door, brushing his fingers over his ear.
He turned and headed to the large bed opposite the couch, lounging back with his legs crossed, arms propped
back on the bed, lazily watching her video call.
"Liz, sweetheart, why'd you take so long to answer? Where are you?"
Grandpa Nelson immediately noticed that the room Lizetta was in seemed a bit off.
Grandma Bernice, however, just cheerfully waved at Lizetta.
Feeling a bit guilty, Lizetta nervously licked her lips and explained.
"Grandpa, I'm at a friend's place."
"Which friend, honey? We haven't met many of your friends. Is it a guy or a girl?"
"It's Yoli, Grandpa! You've met Yoli."
"Oh, Yoli! Is this Yoli's place? Quite a unique taste she's got."
Lizetta quickly glanced around, feeling even more guilty.
The decor was indeed quite bold, and she let out an awkward chuckle to cover it up.
"It's just the guest room. By the way, Grandpa, your headaches haven't cback, have they?"
"No, sweetheart, don't worry."
Grandpa Nelson had just started to speak when Grandma Bernice suddenly pointed at Lizetta, exclaiming.
"Liz's neck has a mark! Someone's been picking on my Liz! We need to go and give 'em a piece of our mind!"
When Lizetta had returned to the Madden family the previous month, Grandma Bernice had a rare moment of
clarity and recognized her granddaughter.
Since then, she hadn't mistaken Lizetta for Elsa Madden even once.
Grandpa Netson said it had been two years since Grandma Bernice last had such a lucid moment, and he
thought she'd never have one
again. Yet, here they were g
belongs to s
Back in the present, Lizetta's heart skipped a beat as her grandma pointed out the telltale mark, and
she instinctively shot a glare at the
culprit sitting across from her.
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Remington, noticing her flustered state, just raised an eyebrow, lounging comfortably.
Lizetta quickly looked down, trying to find the mark Remington had left on her neck.
Was it a bite mark?
She instinctively pulled at her collar to cover it, saying, "Oh, no, Grandma.
just tried a new body lotions elet
yesterday, and | think I'm allergic to
it."s
Grandpa Nelson nodded, "Ah, | see. You should definitely stop using it then..."
Just as Lizetta was about to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking her grandpa believed her, Nelson Madden suddenly
added.
"Liz, this place looks quite nice. Why don't you give us a little tour?"
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