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.

Orkset with

heard, shes

a while since our last conversationI do hope shes

the subject of their conversation, was

start, Elizabeth halted abruptly, feeling suddenly out of

forties ceased her battle with the mosquitoes, casting a

not about adjusting

mere miles apart, with

me, its clearfamily issues

paused, letting her

hooked on her words, she continued, Her daughter

swirled that her

she brought up

yet she always came to visit her mothers grave by

a glimpse of her husband? Clearly, her

generations facing similar misfortunesits no surprise Gracies

they

speculate, saying, Its true,

has no regard

join her for

morals often diminish! A small-town girl like Elizabeth cant possibly keep a

say theyre divorced already, which

recall Elizabeths father kept a mistressperhaps her

too hideous to bring

known for their

attractive as a

their wild conjectures, couldnt help but twitch her lips