Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1800

"For safety's sake," Solomon said, "stick close to me. No wandering off."

Lillian mulled it over, then hit him with a zinger. "Stick with you? Am I guarding you, or are you guarding me?"

"You wanna mess with me?" Solomon pinched her cheek. "With your brain, you'd be toast in a heartbeat. Remember that time you gave a homeless guy 100 bucks, and he almost took off with you? Where did you get that bleeding heart?"

Lillian swatted his hand away, pouting. "That guy was pitiful. He had no arms and hadn't showered in days."

"Good thing Uncle Drake showed up fast, or you'd be missing an arm too," Solomon scoffed.

"That was ages ago. I was only eight. Now I am turning 18. Stop seeing me as a kid like my parents." Lillian plopped cross-legged on the bed. "My mom says I'm fine as is. She says kindness brings blessings."

"Yeah, and her next line is: cross me once, shame on you; cross me twice, shame on me." Solomon poked her head again. "You pick up the worst habits. You planning to join a convent or what?"

Lillian clutched her sore head, itching to put Solomon in a headlock. But she needed him to scrape her leg later, so she held back.

Grinning, she said, "Alright, I'll wise up. Next time someone tries to scam me, I'll break their arms. If they've got no arms, I'll go for their legs."

"You won't need to lift a finger. Someone will handle it for you," he said, unimpressed.

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