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!

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

living room.” With urgency, he swiftly ascended the

house was eerily quiet, devoid

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

unfamiliar territory for

rubbed his temples, visibly

a stern expression, retrieving a set of pajamas for

consciousness, blinked her eyes open, her vision blurry but recognizing

a dizzy haze, making the

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

a dream, a fleeting illusion in her

believe it—Elijah, of all people, was showing

and began to help her change, her body tensed involuntarily, haunted by the memories

voice softened, his patience thinning but

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

to unbutton her

in

a need than showing affection, making her feel reprimanded instead of

didn’t dwell on

into fresh clothes and slipped under the covers of her

embraced her—a