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

good for

on set

had stumbled through takes he would normally perfect

had hurried to

a glimpse in

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

disgrace, and the thought

blanket before she

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

You should head back.”