My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 6 Despite the throbbing pain in her leg, Elizabeth gathered her strength and said, “Put me down.”

Elijah, however, ignored her, his eyes scanning her leg wrapped in bandages.

His brow furrowed slightly.

“What happened to your leg? Is this some elaborate scheme to win me back?”

At his words, a bitter laugh escaped Elizabeth.

It seemed he saw her as simply craving attention, and when she failed to get it, she had likely fabricated a story to pull him back, dramatizing her injury just to capture his focus.

With a blank expression, she answered untruthfully, “It’s a beauty treatment that shouldn’t get wet.”

“Why did you suddenly decide to go for such a treatment?” Elijah asked, his voice casual as he carried her outside, no longer pressing the issue.

His frame was large, and through his thin shirt, she could distinctly feel the warmth of his body and the firm outline of his chest muscles.

The closeness created an awkward tension for Elizabeth, who had resolved to end things once and for all.

Her voice rose involuntarily, sharper now.

“Oh, since when have you cared about these little details, Mr.

James?”

For the first time, Elijah saw her use biting sarcasm; it struck him as oddly amusing.

a calm demeanor, he responded, “You’re my wife, it’s only

a somber edge

you’ve never truly seen

if I died, you wouldn’t

lost in moments with his first love, too preoccupied

widened before he let out

your call this afternoon? Maybe I’ve been too lenient

Elizabeth froze, taken aback.

accusing her of being too

marriage

was merely a business arrangement, a woman who had

transaction, yet she had

one who fell

reeling, her emotions brushed aside as trivial,

me down, now!” Elizabeth demanded, jerking her head to the side, her voice

remained silent, effortlessly carrying her to

the support disappeared, her heart skipping a beat as she instinctively

collided on the bed, her bathrobe slipping dangerously, threatening to fall away

elbow, Elijah gazed down at her, a sly, teasing grin playing on

wanted to be let go, didn’t you? So why hold on to

eyes, dark and glittering like a midnight lake speckled with

Elizabeth glimpsed

she was tricked