My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 147 Episode 147

Just then, Elijah glanced up from his phone and queried, “I haven’t had a bite either.

Would it be alright if I joined you for a meal?” Elizabeth dismissed Elijah’s presence and fetched a pot to boil some water.

His voice drifted gently through the room.

“No chili, please.”

Her kitchen was open-plan, and through the haze of rising steam, she could make out Elijah’s form sprawled on the couch, his fingers flying over his phone as he answered emails.

second, a sense of disbelief washed over

cherished in her dreams—a cozy sanctuary where they

sardonic smile crept across

was almost comical that she was living out her marriage ideal on

up in her reverie, she absentmindedly reached for the pot with one

for two, and the pot, filled to the brim with both water and

grip faltered, and the pot tilted dangerously, sending noodles and scalding broth cascading

yet not before the hot broth splattered onto her

her foot reddened immediately, a fierce burn and

but exclaim in a pained