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.

demeanor, he responded, “You’re my wife, it’s only natural I’d care about your

was a somber edge to Elizabeth’s voice

truly

that if I died, you wouldn’t even notice until

in moments with

widened before

Just because I missed your call this afternoon? Maybe I’ve been too lenient with

Elizabeth froze, taken aback.

he accusing her of being

realized their marriage had always been

business arrangement, a woman who

been nothing more than a transaction, yet she had foolishly fallen deeply in love

of romance, the one who fell first always found

left Elizabeth reeling, her emotions brushed aside as trivial,

Elizabeth demanded, jerking her head to the side, her voice

effortlessly carrying her to the

support disappeared, her heart skipping a beat as she

bathrobe slipping dangerously, threatening to fall

at her, a sly, teasing grin playing on his

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

dark and glittering like a midnight lake speckled with stars,

those depths, Elizabeth

this, she was tricked into