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.

porridge and chicken soup—free-range chicken, naturally flavorful, no

good for your

up on set to

through takes he would normally perfect

himself but had hurried

a glimpse in the mirror froze

the faint trace of

and the thought of Asher seeing her this

over the blanket before she retreated, pulling

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

You should head back.”