My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 244

Chapter 244 Elizabeth pivoted, catching sight of Alexander standing nearby, a bottle of juice in his hand.

The 7-Eleven convenience store loomed behind him.

“Mr.

Clark,” she greeted, her anger carefully veiled beneath a veneer of casual composure.

“Oh, nothing.

Just a close encounter with a reckless driver who nearly struck me.”

Her smile bloomed—elegant and distant, a delicate flower of polite restraint.

Despite the warmth, her eyes remained guarded.

Alexander played along, feigning ignorance.

“Indeed, dangerous drivers seem to be everywhere these days.”

“Yes.” Elizabeth nodded, her response perfunctory.

“What brings you here, Mr.

Clark?”

After two seemingly chance encounters, suspicion was taking root.

Was Alexander following her?

“Just passing through,” he replied, jiggling the juice bottle.

“I was thinking about grabbing a bite but haven’t settled on a place.

Stopped for a drink to quench my thirst.”

Though their meeting appeared coincidental, Alexander had lingered long enough to overhear Elizabeth’s earlier outburst about Elijah.

The pieces were falling into place—their affectionate display in Foxfire County was merely a performance.

reservations about him remained

It made sense.

she be alone on the street at night,

divorce held more truth than

Elizabeth could respond, Alexander pressed

I have the

subtly retreated, increasing the space

dined at the Norris Mansion,”

Mansion?” Alexander’s eyes

at least

you walk here

James?”

she tucked a wayward strand of hair behind

me off before heading to

walk, digest my meal, and

Alexander saw his opportunity.

case, I know a place at Orkset Tower with a breathtaking view and delightful sweet

a dinner isn’t too much to ask

make her appear

her, his persistent

chance to probe his

was

it that way,

take

gestured, revealing a sleek

an unsettling

scanned the bustling street through the window but

a metropolitan landmark,

dining establishments to entertainment venues, with a crowning observation deck that promised panoramic

the 150th floor, where astronomical rent allowed only a single French

luxury, transforming mere dining into an experience of

hung like liquid starlight, their authenticity

shades cast rippling patterns across the room, evoking the sensation

white grand piano, her melody floating through the space like a gossamer thread,

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