My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 280 Just a short walk from Gracies apartment complex, Elizabeth meandered along a slim trail.

Surrounded by decades of history, the neighborhoods structures were adorned with creeping ivy.

Wafting through the air was the scent of home-cooked delicacies, punctuated occasionally by snippets of conversation emanating from the open windows.

In its quaintness, this locale offered a sense of warmth missing in the relentless hustle of larger cities.

Upon arriving at the gate, Elizabeth noticed several families lounging beneath the trees, engaged in after-dinner conversations.

A fat, elderly woman with streaks of gray in her hair leisurely waved her fan, saying, It seems most of our longtime neighbors have departed.

The younger ones taking their place only return late, weary from extended work hours.

Soon, the evenings will be too quiet for a chat.

After the news, its directly off to bed for everyone.

A woman in her forties, swatting at a mosquito on her leg, retorted, Oh, youre missing the joy in life.

Your son in Orkset bought a spacious house for you, yet you choose to stay.

What pleasure do you find in these nightly chats? All I get are mosquito bites everywhere! The elder sighed, replying, When youre old, you yearn for your roots.

Youth may enjoy the constant motion, but at my stage, I seek tranquility and steadiness.

Indeed, its difficult for the elderly to settle into new environments, another slender senior added, edging closer.

Gracie from the third floor, always so strong, used to accompany me on morning walks for groceries.

after moving to Orkset with her granddaughter, she fell

heard,

since our last conversationI do hope shes

the subject of their conversation, was

abruptly, feeling

woman in her forties ceased her battle

not about

miles apart,

its clearfamily issues

paused, letting her words sink

words, she continued,

her husband was

alone, she brought

yet she always came to visit

glimpse of her husband? Clearly, her in-laws

similar misfortunesits no

joined Elizabeth for a visit to the cemetery, they opted not

to speculate, saying, Its true, isnt it? Elizabeths husband never accompanies

he has no

join her for a visit to her

A small-town girl like Elizabeth cant possibly keep a

which could

recall Elizabeths father kept a mistressperhaps her husband follows in those

too hideous

arent known

likely as attractive

wild conjectures, couldnt help but twitch