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

knitted as she lowered the script, blurting out, “Why are

him like a second skin, revealing

carried a hint of

“Who were you expecting?”

Oliver stepped forward, filling the

“Ms.

Sophia, Mr.

falling branch and needs

of mud on Elijah’s shoulder, her lips pressing

a word, she turned and went to retrieve the ointment, her movements

followed her

steps hesitated briefly as she

inside, protesting further

him

get the report from

announced from

him with a slight