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.

is to wait for the

if you do want to redirect the focus, it has to

who had been silently observing, finally

to win over the

your actions speak louder than the

in her chair, her eyes scanning the

was chatting and laughing, seemingly

told her there was more happeningsomething just

Beverly, who was now scrolling

the screen reflected in her eyes, hiding whatever emotions

broke the silence with

if nothing else, Elizabeth, at least you

plenty of food,

earning a round of laughter

lightened, but Elizabeths mind remained

the crew began tidying up, she caught Beverly sneaking another

called softly, catching her

her eyes

said, forcing a

three of them

me? Beverly hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her

know what you mean, she said, her

the table, his casual demeanor

Its okay, Beverly.

it is, were here to

closer, her tone

happening, Id rather hear it from you

shoulders slumped, and

I might have overheard something, she admitted,

with

hesitated, her gaze flickering toward the door as though afraid someone

Its about… the script.

one youve been working

Elizabeths stomach tightened.

it? Beverly looked down,