My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 184 Elizabeth bit back a sigh and casually replied, “Well, back then, I didn’t bother with manicures because I was too busy being a housekeeper.

Now that I’m free, I want to indulge myself a bit.”

The words were a defense, nothing more.

She didn’t mention that the nails were for a character she was portraying—not that it mattered.

He placed the first piece of prawn meat into her bowl, his voice calm and even.

“You’re the one who said you didn’t want a housekeeper around, that it felt like a hassle having strangers in the house.

I didn’t marry you to turn you into one.”

Elizabeth lowered her eyes, her silence heavy.

Every compromise she had made in the name of being accommodating seemed, in hindsight, unnecessary.

Perhaps it was no one’s fault.

Their lives had always been worlds apart, their incompatibility like oil and water, inevitable from the start.

continued peeling, and soon a small mountain of prawn meat accumulated in her bowl, a silent offering

last time they sat at this stall, she had been

single one, content instead to watch him—the clean lines of his face, the way his brows furrowed slightly as he

fork, she mechanically consumed the

like experiencing a fleeting moment of being

their

tender, yet tasted surprisingly

final moments of intimacy couldn’t bring back their

full,” she whispered, setting down her

finished the

tastes the same as it did over a

Elizabeth froze.

visit had been barely a year

he referring to

hovered between

of Sandra came from whispered gossip spun by those around them

smile, she

a wet wipe, leisurely

gaze,

asked, his tone neutral, almost