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.

opened it, she was met with an entirely unexpected

stood there, rain-drenched

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

a wet white shirt that clung to him like a second skin, revealing the defined contours of his

carried a

“Who were you expecting?”

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

“Ms.

Sophia, Mr.

was hit by a falling branch and needs

flicked to the streaks of mud on

word, she turned and went to

her inside

briefly as she glanced back at

already inside, protesting

him treated

get the report

Oliver announced

him with a slight