Remington found it amusing, yet his throat suddenly went dry.

Her cool, damp hair soaked through his shirt. As she wriggled against him, stray strands slipped past his collar, grazing the sensitive skin over his heart.

It ignited an unbearable, electric heat that ruthlessly tested his self-control.

He balled up the towel and tossed it into the sink. In the next second, his large hand clamped down on the back of her neck, applying a gentle pressure.

He pulled her chaotic, nuzzling face away from his chest.

He was about to tell her to behave, but when he looked down, he was met with her glistening, pitiful eyes, making it look as though he were bullying her.

A sudden rush flooded his mind, easily snapping whatever thread of reason he had left.

He had intended to dry her hair quickly so she wouldn't catch a cold and relapse.

But his body moved on its own. He leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, heavy kiss.

Lizetta's eyelashes fluttered, a sliver of mischief dancing in her eyes. Her lips curled slightly, flooded with the thrilling satisfaction of corrupting a saint.

She leaned back against the counter, eagerly opening for him and matching his passion.

His warm fingers tangled into her damp hair. He kissed her fiercely, punishing her for her disobedience.

Within seconds, the intensity left her breathless. Refusing to back down, she pushed back, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him.

Just as the steamy, unspoken tension in the bathroom hit a boiling point, the phone in his suit pocket suddenly rang.

Lizetta quickly shoved his shoulder and turned her head away, gasping for air.

"Answer it..."

He cupped her burning cheek, gently pulling her face back to his. "You're a bad girl," he murmured hoarsely.

"Don't think I'll let you off the hook this time."

She had been teasing him mercilessly for two days. She knew they were in a hospital and that he was too worried about her health to actually take her, so she took every opportunity to drive him crazy.

The moment she sparked a wildfire inside him, she was always the first to retreat.

He clearly didn't intend to let her win this time. Pulling out his phone, he was fully prepared to hang up.

But then he saw the caller ID was from the family estate.

He paused. Lizetta, whose heart was

racing

himom fear she had pushed

far, noticed his shift in

demeanor

She peeked at the screen and instantly let out a sigh of relief.

"Answer it. Fiona might need something."

He was extremely reluctant, but he was also worried something might have happened.

As his thumb swiped to accept the call, he gave her hip a firm, punitive squeeze.

"Ah!"

Caught entirely off guard, a soft yelp escaped her lips.

Seeing the call connect and meeting his thoroughly amused gaze, her face flushed scarlet.

He did that on purpose!

She prayed whoever was on the other end hadn't heard that.

Humiliated and annoyed, she raised o give him a swift kick be

her foo

the lazy amusement in kick b

vanished from his face.

His eyes turned as cold as shattered ice.

"Understood," he said grimly.

He ended the call, prompting Lizetta to ask urgently.

"What happened?"

His jaw tightened. "Eartha went to the estate. Fiona fainted from the shock of hearing about your accident. She's on her way tothe hospital right now." fo FindNovel.net

"What?! How could this happen!"

The color drained from Lizetta's face, and she immediately tried to jump off the

counter.