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.

peeling, and soon a small mountain of prawn meat accumulated in her bowl, a silent offering that drew her back to

last time they sat at this stall, she

watch him—the clean lines of his face, the way his brows furrowed slightly

she mechanically consumed the

experiencing a fleeting moment of

their inevitable

and tender, yet tasted surprisingly bland at the

couldn’t bring

whispered,

finished the last

same as it did over a decade ago,” he

Elizabeth froze.

visit had been

to

name was a ghost that hovered between them, a presence

Sandra came from whispered gossip spun by

a smile,

wet

her gaze, he looked

asked, his tone neutral,