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.

of prawn meat accumulated in her bowl, a

at this stall, she had been the one peeling

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

her fork, she mechanically consumed

like experiencing a fleeting moment

their

tender, yet

intimacy couldn’t

she whispered, setting

finished the last

as it did

Elizabeth froze.

last visit had been barely a year

to

name was a ghost that hovered between them, a presence Elizabeth

came from whispered gossip spun by

smile, she looked

wet

her gaze, he

wrong?” he asked, his tone