My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 201 The next day at noon, Elizabeth finally stirred from her uneasy slumber.

After returning from the hospital, she had messaged the director to ask for a leave of absence and then collapsed onto her bed, her body swathed in blankets.

The rap on her door dragged her from her doze, sharp and persistent.

She groaned softly, pressing a hand to her forehead as she squinted at her phone.

Noon already.

“Elizabeth? Are you there?” Asher’s familiar voice resonated through the door, laced with concern.

“I brought you lunch.

chicken soup—free-range chicken, naturally flavorful,

good for your

shown up on set to discover

he would

lunchtime, he hadn’t eaten himself but had hurried to pack something light

door, but a glimpse in the mirror froze

face—once delicately defined—was puffy, the faint trace of a slap still

the thought of Asher seeing

blanket before she retreated, pulling it back

she quickly texted him: “I’m fine, just weak and not

You should head back.”