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.

and chicken soup—free-range chicken, naturally flavorful,

good for

up on set to discover

stumbled through takes he would normally perfect in a

eaten himself but had hurried to pack something light and nourishing for

but a

delicately defined—was puffy, the faint trace of a

the thought of Asher seeing her this way

hovered over the blanket before she retreated, pulling it back over

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

You should head back.”