My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 164 As the car’s interior warmed, a subtle, woody fragrance emanating from Elijah suffused the space, casting an uncomfortably intimate ambiance around them.

She shifted her gaze to the nocturnal cityscape, catching his concentrated silhouette reflected against the window.

Despite their proximity, a void of unspoken words stretched between them.

The car rolled to a stop outside Bayview Villa.

Elizabeth stole a glance at Elijah, still engrossed in his laptop.

Without waiting for Oliver, she opened the door and stepped onto the pavement herself.

She had only taken a few steps toward the villa’s grand entrance when the door swung open abruptly.

Willow emerged, and the moment her eyes landed on Elizabeth, her welcoming smile dissolved.

“Why is it you?” she exclaimed, a mix of surprise and displeasure coloring her tone.

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A mere ten minutes before, the driver had returned with a group of foreign doctors, and Willow had been under the impression that Elijah was bringing Sandra back with him.

Hindered by a significant language barrier, her interactions with the doctors were minimal.

Upon spotting Elizabeth, Willow’s gut reaction was suspicion, her mind racing to the conclusion that Elizabeth was there to stir up trouble.

Elijah, arriving just in time, caught Willow’s words, his features hardening into a mask of disapproval.

quickly intervened, his tone sharp with reproach,

such a

back to reality, Willow hurriedly

“I’m so sorry, Mr.

James.

joy of seeing

again made me

response was cold

cannot uphold the dignity of your position, perhaps you should consider seeking

lump in her throat, her

as

surely tarnish her reputation, closing the doors to employment with any other

by anxiety, her face drained of color as

of Elizabeth in a desperate gesture, raising her hand to strike

out sharply, leaving her cheeks flushed

She begged earnestly, “Ms.

here, and I just couldn’t

Please, don’t judge someone

find it in your heart to give me one more

herself from Willow’s reach, and replied with a detached tone, “The decision to keep you or let you go rests with

James, not me.”

angel with endless patience for

for Willow, she considered the

her

James, Ms.