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.

and soon a small mountain of prawn meat accumulated in her

this stall, she had been the

hadn’t eaten a single one, content instead to watch him—the clean lines

she

felt like experiencing a

their inevitable

tender, yet tasted surprisingly bland at the

moments of intimacy couldn’t bring back

whispered,

the

it did over a decade ago,” he remarked

Elizabeth froze.

visit had been barely a

he referring to

was a ghost that hovered between them, a

she knew of Sandra came from whispered gossip spun by those

smile,

wet wipe, leisurely cleaning

gaze,

asked, his