My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 282

Chapter 282 Upstairs, Elizabeth opened the door, her tone casual but brisk.

Just leave the things in the living room.

Oliver set the bags down, glancing around the small apartment.

He straightened and hesitated before saying, Ms.

Sandra, let me help you clean.

Elizabeth shook her head, already heading toward the dust-covered furniture.

No need.

I can manage.

You should rest.

Oliver looked uncertain, his eyes briefly darting to Elijah, who stood silently near the door.

Meet me at the alley entrance at eight tomorrow, Elijah said, his voice calm but firm.

Yes, sir.

Oliver gave a curt nod and headed for the door.

Elizabeth paused, turning to Elijah with a slight raise of her eyebrow.

Arent you leaving? Where would I go? Elijah replied, pulling off the dust cover from the sofa.

There was a soft click as Oliver gently shut the door behind him.

The apartment was modestmuch smaller than the master bedroom at Bayview Villa.

Elijahs broad shoulders seemed to crowd the narrow space.

Elizabeth moved deftly across the room, tugging at the dust covers draped over furniture.

Each piece she uncovered seemed to unearth a memory, remnants of her childhood preserved in neat, orderly arrangements.

Sit down, she said, tossing a dust cover aside.

the items Oliver had brought and held it out

Drink this.

in

room, and Ill

nothing, only settling onto the

faced south, catching the sun, warm in winter and cool

Elizabeth continued cleaning, Elijah opened his

over the keys, his attention

up in a loose knot, exposing the graceful curve of

purposeful, her posture upright and composed, like that of a seasoned performer even in

same grace had once filled

piece of

black finish reflected the sunlight, understated in design but

sharp gaze catching the embossed gold M near the logoa bespoke Steinway

the gold-embossed M next to the pianos logo,

her voice pulling

its polished surface, a faint

heard its

from someone

her expression softening

was little, I spilled a drink

punished methe only time she ever

angry, I thought she might never forgive

Elijahs brows knitted slightly.

for lavishing gifts on talented

grandfather had such connections, how could they have stood by while

was flushed, likely from the exertion of

the warm light, stirring

in his throat, and he took

could think better of it,

her waist, pulling her

movement startled

landing on the piano keys, producing

her breath quickening as she turned her

she said, in a

leaned down, his lips brushing lightly against her

breath was warm, carrying a faint, woody scent laced with

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