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.

tilt of her head and a voice dripping with faux innocence, she ventured, “Elijah, surely you wouldn’t expect

a mask of indifference, his initial spark of

tone frostier than a winter chill,

his earlier command to vacate the

thunderclap, her eyes widening in shock as they darted from his stoic face

drained from her cheeks, leaving her complexion ghostly

had briefly shown signs of interest now appeared utterly

loud echo in the tense room, his unspoken disdain crystal clear and cutting