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!

paused, his thoughts clearly weighing on him before he instructed,

in the living room.” With urgency, he swiftly ascended the staircase to the master

quiet, devoid of

he pulled a blanket from the bed, spread it carefully, and laid her down

was unfamiliar territory for

rubbed his temples, visibly disturbed

a moment, he strode to the closet with a stern expression, retrieving a

open, her vision blurry but recognizing

dizzy haze, making the room

a look of concern, holding

nothing more than a dream, a fleeting illusion in

it—Elijah, of all people, was

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

discomfort, Elijah’s voice softened, his patience thinning

clothes into these dry ones before you rest.” “Okay,” she responded, too weary to argue what she believed was merely a figment of her

began to

discreetly turned away, his expression shifting subtly, confirming in Elizabeth’s

gestures had been more about fulfilling a need than showing affection, making her feel reprimanded instead of

dwell on the

and slipped under the covers of

quilt embraced her—a