My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

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.

from the items Oliver had brought and held it

Drink this.

in

in my room, and Ill take Grandmas

said nothing, only settling onto the sofa, the bottle unopened in his

warm in winter

continued cleaning,

over the keys, his attention drifting to

up in a loose

upright and composed, like that of a

her, wondering if the same grace had once filled Bayview Villa

uncovered the last piece

sunlight, understated

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

gold-embossed M next to the pianos logo, the exclusive mark

my grandfathers piano, Elizabeth said, her voice

a finger along its polished surface, a faint smile tugging

heard its very

from someone who admired

expression

I was little, I spilled a drink

only time she

so angry, I thought she might never forgive

Elijahs brows knitted slightly.

family was known for lavishing gifts on talented individuals in the

connections, how could they have stood by while Oliver mistreated Danna? He pushed

was flushed, likely from

cheeks glowed softly in the

in his throat, and he took a

it, Elijah

an arm around her waist,

movement startled

hand shot out, landing on the piano keys, producing

her breath quickening as she turned her face

said, in a shaky

down, his lips brushing lightly against her cheek, then stopping

warm, carrying a faint, woody scent laced with