My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 197 The word “wife” slipped from Elizabeth’s lips like the whisper of a spring breeze, delicate and fleeting.

Yet to Elijah, it was like the first ray of sunlight breaking through a storm—warm and soothing.

A rare contentment filled him, smoothing the sharp edges of his normally guarded demeanor.

He reached for a bag Oliver handed him, settling into the chair by the bed.

His lips curled into a soft smile, one that could disarm even the coldest of hearts.

“Let me help you change,” he said tenderly, his voice low and intimate, the very picture of a devoted husband.

Elizabeth twitched her lips in silent derision.

set, he’d sweep the Oscars with performances like these,

reached to unbutton her clothes

he said softly, the

Elizabeth

lips curved into a practiced smile, but the glint in

with venom, broke the quiet

“Mr.

you truly live up to your

at the edge of divorce, you

deliberate gentleness as he tucked a