My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 179 Elijah’s brows drew together in a frown as he grabbed the robe, sliding it over his shoulders.

Aspyn’s stare held a provocative charge, so palpable that it seemed to infuse the very air with a sultry tension.

He strolled over to the sofa, gracefully sinking into its plush embrace, and took a measured gulp of water—a silent plea for her to recognize her cue to depart.

Meanwhile, Aspyn, her senses muddled by intoxication and whimsical desires, completely misread the room’s cooling ambiance.

She dipped her head shyly, reminiscent of a startled fawn, hesitantly preening herself before meandering back to the bed.

dripping with faux innocence, she ventured, “Elijah, surely you wouldn’t expect me to initiate things in such a delicate

indifference, his initial spark of desire now doused by

than a winter chill,

more biting than his earlier command to vacate the

widening in shock as they darted from his stoic face to his previously responsive

leaving her complexion ghostly pale as

man who had briefly shown signs of interest now appeared utterly unaffected by her

a loud echo in the tense room, his unspoken disdain