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.

a small mountain of prawn meat accumulated in her bowl, a silent offering that drew her

they sat at this stall, she had been the one peeling

lines of his face, the way his

fork, she mechanically consumed

experiencing a fleeting moment of being

their inevitable

and tender, yet tasted surprisingly

couldn’t bring back

whispered, setting down her

finished the

as it did over a decade ago,” he remarked

Elizabeth froze.

been barely

he referring to someone else?

between them, a presence Elizabeth had

from whispered gossip spun by those around them and the information she

smile,

for a wet wipe, leisurely

her gaze,

wrong?” he asked, his tone neutral,