My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 74 Episode 74

Elijah deliberately ignored her presence, turning his attention to the rain-streaked window, finding a strange solace in the rhythmic patter against the glass that seemed to soothe his rattled nerves.

Upon their arrival at the villa, he discovered Elizabeth had succumbed to a feverish slumber, her forehead alarmingly hot to the touch.

She was lost in the grip of a nightmare, whispering fretfully, tears mingling with those already dried upon her cheeks.

With a grim expression, Elijah hoisted her into his arms without an ounce of gentleness.

His movements were brusque, reflecting his inner turmoil.

Elizabeth, uncomfortable and disoriented in his hold, shifted slightly.

This minor movement reignited a spark of the desire he thought he had controlled, tightening his grip on her as if fearing she might slip away.

Oliver caught a glimpse of Elizabeth’s distress and ventured cautiously, “Ms.

Sandra seems to be quite ill.

Should we not take her to the hospital?” At the mere mention of a hospital, Elizabeth stirred in her feverish state, clutching desperately at Elijah’s suit with a childlike panic in her slurred voice.

“I’m not going! No!

him before he instructed, “Get the doctor

urgency, he swiftly ascended the staircase to the master bedroom with Elizabeth in

house was eerily quiet,

clothes, almost instinctively, he pulled a blanket from the bed, spread it

unfamiliar territory for

his temples, visibly disturbed by

the closet with a stern expression,

out of consciousness, blinked her eyes open, her

induced a dizzy haze, making the room appear to

with a look of concern, holding her pajamas, she

felt like nothing more than a

all people, was showing such concern for

her change, her body tensed involuntarily, haunted by the memories of the recent unpleasant incident in the

her discomfort, Elijah’s voice softened,

these dry ones before you rest.” “Okay,” she

to unbutton her

expression shifting subtly, confirming in Elizabeth’s

his gestures had been more about fulfilling a

didn’t dwell on the

into fresh clothes and slipped

quilt embraced her—a luxury she