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.

shortly after moving to Orkset with her

I heard, shes been

a while since our last conversationI do hope shes

conversation, was none

the start, Elizabeth halted abruptly, feeling suddenly out

her forties ceased her battle with

about adjusting

miles apart, with hardly

me, its clearfamily issues

letting her

hooked on her words, she continued, Her daughter died shortly

swirled that her husband

she brought up

always came to visit her mothers grave by herself,

caught a glimpse of her

facing similar misfortunesits no

they opted not to stay at her childhood home, escaping

another began to speculate, saying, Its true, isnt it? Elizabeths

has no regard for

to join her for a visit to her

girl like Elizabeth cant possibly keep a big city boss

which

a mistressperhaps her husband

hes too

known for

as attractive as a

wild conjectures, couldnt help but twitch her lips in