My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 203 After lunch, Wren left for work, leaving Elizabeth alone in the still room.

Thankfully, the sedative she’d been given was mild, leaving no lingering effects.

A blend of hydration, relaxation, and a hearty meal had her feeling like herself again in no time.

Following a rejuvenating shower, she slipped into a fresh, modest long-sleeved nightgown.

Leaning against the headboard, she picked up the script for Agarwood and began rehearsing her lines with quiet resolve.

Experiencing the story she’d written through an actress’s perspective revealed new insights, as if she were peeling back the layers of her creation to uncover hidden meanings.

Time, as it often does when one is engrossed in creativity, sped by.

Before she knew it, the sun had surrendered to the deep shades of dusk.

The rhythmic drumming of heavy rain began outside, enveloping the room in a cocoon of isolation, making it feel like a lone island in a turbulent sea.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

Assuming it was Wren or perhaps Asher bringing dinner, she walked to the door with the script still in hand, her mind elsewhere.

she opened it, she was

there, rain-drenched and

she lowered the script, blurting

him like a second skin, revealing the defined contours of his frame, raised

tone carried a hint of

“Who were you expecting?”

could escalate, Oliver stepped forward, filling the doorway like an unwelcome

“Ms.

Sophia, Mr.

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gaze flicked to the streaks of mud on

to

followed her inside

briefly as she glanced

already inside, protesting further

him

get the report

announced

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