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

swiftly ascended the staircase to the master bedroom with Elizabeth in his

was eerily quiet,

pulled a blanket from the bed, spread it carefully, and

was unfamiliar

his temples, visibly disturbed by

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

eyes open, her vision

haze, making the room appear

a look of concern, holding her pajamas, she could

felt like nothing more than a

believe it—Elijah, of all people, was showing such

help her change, her body tensed

softened, his patience

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

to unbutton her

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

his gestures had been more about fulfilling a need than showing affection, making her feel

didn’t dwell on

clothes and slipped

plush silk quilt embraced her—a