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.

meat accumulated in her

time they sat at this stall, she had

content instead to watch him—the clean lines of

fork, she

experiencing a fleeting moment of

their

and tender, yet tasted

moments of intimacy couldn’t bring back their

whispered,

finished the last

it did over a decade ago,” he

Elizabeth froze.

been barely a year

he referring to someone

hovered between them, a presence Elizabeth

Sandra came from whispered gossip spun by

a smile,

reached for a wet wipe, leisurely cleaning

gaze,

he asked, his