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!

his thoughts clearly weighing on him before he instructed, “Get

urgency, he swiftly ascended the staircase to the master

eerily quiet, devoid of

blanket from the bed, spread it carefully,

was unfamiliar territory for

visibly disturbed

closet with a stern expression, retrieving a set of

of consciousness, blinked her eyes open, her vision blurry but recognizing the contours of

a dizzy haze, making the room appear to

glimpsed Elijah approaching with a look of concern, holding her pajamas, she could hardly

than a dream, a fleeting illusion

couldn’t believe it—Elijah, of all people, was showing such concern for

change, her body tensed

Elijah’s voice softened, his

you rest.” “Okay,” she responded,

began to unbutton her

his expression shifting subtly, confirming in Elizabeth’s mind that even in her

more about fulfilling a need than showing affection,

didn’t dwell

fresh clothes and slipped under the

embraced her—a luxury she