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.

best strategy is to

do want to redirect the focus,

who had been silently observing, finally spoke

only way to win over the public is with patience

actions speak louder than

her chair,

was chatting and laughing, seemingly unaffected by the undercurrents

told her there was more

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

reflected in her

silence with a

if nothing else, Elizabeth, at

plenty of food, thanks to

grin, earning a round of laughter

lightened, but Elizabeths

the crew began tidying up, she

softly, catching her off

moment? Beverly froze, her eyes darting to

course, she said, forcing a

others filed out, leaving the three of them alone, Elizabeth crossed her arms,

Beverly hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the

know what you mean, she said, her voice

the table, his casual demeanor contrasting with

Its okay, Beverly.

were here to

closer, her tone firm but not

something happening, Id rather hear it from

and she exhaled

have overheard something, she

glance with Daxton, her

gaze flickering toward the door as though afraid

Its about… the script.

one youve been

Elizabeths stomach tightened.

Beverly looked down, her voice