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.

millet porridge and chicken soup—free-range

good for

he’d shown up on set to

takes he would normally

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

door, but a glimpse in the mirror

puffy, the faint

mark of disgrace, and the thought of

hovered over the blanket before she retreated,

just weak and not up

You should head back.”