My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 268 Beverlys grasp on her phone tightened as she hesitated, her face a blend of anxiety and something unspoken.

Elizabeths gaze flickered toward her briefly, noticing the unmistakable signs of discomfort.

Beverly, Elizabeth began casually, her tone light but probing.

Youve been awfully silent.

Something on your mind? The question startled Beverly, who quickly shook her head.

No, not at all! Just enjoying the meal.

Its delightful, isnt it? Her attempt to divert attention was met with a raised eyebrow from Elizabeth.

Daxton leaned back, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.

Youve got sharp instincts, Elizabeth, he said, reaching for his glass of water.

Sometimes, the quietest ones in the room have the most to say.

Beverlys cheeks reddened, and she busied herself with her plate, avoiding eye contact.

Asher, oblivious to the subtle exchange, leaned forward with determination.

You know, Elizabeth, we shouldnt let these trolls have the final say.

Maybe theres a way to shift the narrative.

Something genuine, something people cant dispute.

Elizabeth sighed, setting her fork down.

Asher, its not that straightforward.

Public perception is changeable.

The more we push, the more it looks like were hiding something.

Daxton nodded in agreement.

Shes right.

the best strategy is to wait for the storm

do want to redirect the

silently observing, finally spoke

only way to win over the public is with

actions speak louder than the

her chair, her eyes scanning

and laughing, seemingly unaffected by the undercurrents

her there was more happeningsomething

returned to Beverly, who was now scrolling through her phone with deliberate

screen reflected in her eyes, hiding whatever emotions

broke the silence

else, Elizabeth, at least you have

of food, thanks to

playful grin, earning a round of laughter

but Elizabeths

began tidying

called softly, catching

you stay back for a moment? Beverly froze, her eyes darting to Daxton and then back

she said, forcing

three of them alone, Elizabeth crossed her arms,

something you need to tell me? Beverly hesitated, her fingers

dont know what you mean, she said, her voice

casual demeanor contrasting with

Its okay, Beverly.

were here

closer, her tone firm but

theres something happening, Id rather hear it from you than find

and she exhaled

she admitted, her voice barely above

a glance with Daxton, her curiosity

her gaze flickering toward the door as though afraid someone

Its about… the script.

one youve been

Elizabeths stomach tightened.

about it? Beverly looked down,