My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 15 Elijah, brow furrowed and eyes sharp with a piercing glare, stared down at the now-silent phone on the table.

His expression was a blend of betrayal and simmering frustration.

The lively atmosphere of Kristopher’s party was abruptly interrupted when the courier arrived with unexpected divorce papers.

Kristopher had just escorted Lise back to her residence, and the night had fully settled in.

Oliver, seated in the passenger seat, turned to Kristopher with a concerned expression and asked, “Mr.

Norris, where should I take you now?”

For a moment, Kristopher considered Bayview Villa, but the painful memory of Elizabeth caused his face to twist with discomfort.

His voice was cold as he ordered, “Take me to the Norris Mansion.”

Oliver nodded, understanding the unspoken weight of the situation.

The driver immediately adjusted the route and headed toward the grand gates of the Norris Mansion.

The next morning, as daylight broke, Oliver and the chauffeur were once again at the mansion, ready to accompany Kristopher.

Kristopher sat quietly in the backseat, lost in thought, as Oliver outlined the day’s schedule, his voice a soothing rhythm in the stillness of the car.

Halfway through, Oliver hesitated, his discomfort palpable as silence fell between them.

“Is there something you haven’t told me?”

With some reluctance, Oliver spoke again, “Mr.

an urgent matter in Isonridge tomorrow that requires your signature on

raised an eyebrow, confusion

a

pack a few

What’s the issue?”

proceeding cautiously, “Your clothes have always been handled

Norris.

who arranges everything for your

and the other assistants had occasionally stepped in, they could never match the care and

at the

his hesitation, asked carefully, “Should

back and help

toward the window, the silence heavy as he gave a subtle

his way of allowing Elizabeth the opportunity

breath,

phone rang, each buzz echoing in the car until her voice,

“Hello?”

from the warmth Oliver had once heard, mirrored the growing distance between her and

words carefully, Oliver glanced at Kristopher’s unreadable

Norris… Mr.

a business

you mind preparing

sleep, picked up the phone, her voice dripping with

get the divorce papers

marriage had been born out of convenience, Elizabeth

seemed to reduce her to a mere servant