My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 273 On the second floor, the guest room had been transformed into a meticulously designed study.

A spacious desk was strategically positioned in front of floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a breathtaking view of the surrounding landscape.

Beside the desk, a plush lounge chair and a compact coffee table nestled next to the bookshelfcarefully arranged to accommodate her creative process.

The setup allowed her to effortlessly capture fleeting moments of inspiration while immersed in reading.

Her previous anger had gradually dissolved, leaving behind a profound sense of melancholy.

Returning to the desk, she settled into her chair, facing a monitor as expansive as a television screen, providing an extraordinarily comfortable viewing experience.

The moment she logged into WhatsApp on her computer, Daxtons profile picture began to pulse with a gentle rhythm.

The image was a self-captured photographa delicate teacup set against a backdrop of misty mountains and lush forests.

The composition embodied the essence of a reclusive poet, perfectly aligning with Daxtons reputation as a gentle and refined individual.

Daxtons message cut directly to the point.

I visited a friends company today and learned that your best friend is investigating the trending topic for you.

My friend mentioned your suspicion about Sandras involvement.

While Im aware of the conflicts between you two, since your drama hasnt aired, she doesnt currently pose a significant threat.

Elizabeth recognized the best friend as Camille.

Her initial encounter with Daxton had occurred at the pier, where proper introductions were never made.

candidly, I married two years

is

circulate about them, though tabloid photographers carefully avoid explicitly revealing

about her marriage, she decided to provide a clear, upfront

dwell on the

and to the point: Ill help you

the screen, and for a fleeting moment, she caught a

she

the picture of gentleness, nothing like

be running wilda professional hazard of being a

typed back: Thank you, Daxton,

to the city, and Im

can manage this on

friends, arent we? Its

people in the entertainment

no graceful way to

sigh, Elizabeth sent a bunny emoji, its paws

who I bumped into today? Elizabeth wasnt in the mood for guessing

was almost audible through the screen: Wait, what? Howd you

hed help

flurry of rapid-fire

he and Elijah locked eyesit was straight out of a rivalry

as good-looking as Elijah, but hes kind

Elijahs too domineering.

to go! And remember, you once said Daxton wasnt into women? Maybe its because hes been into you this whole time! What if hes back now because

fiddle to Sandra,

cascade of messages, utterly