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.

water from the items Oliver had brought and held

Drink this.

in

in my room, and Ill take Grandmas

settling onto the sofa, the bottle unopened

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

continued cleaning, Elijah opened

fingers hovered idly over the keys, his attention drifting to

her hair up in a loose knot, exposing the graceful curve of her

her posture upright and composed, like that of a

the same grace had once filled Bayview Villa when she

uncovered the last piece of furniture: an upright

sunlight, understated in design

the logoa bespoke Steinway from the Morrison familys collection, its value far exceeding the

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

Elizabeth said, her voice pulling him

surface, a faint smile tugging at

heard its

from someone who admired

expression softening as

was little, I

methe only time she

thought

Elijahs brows knitted slightly.

known for lavishing gifts on talented individuals

while Oliver mistreated Danna? He pushed the thought aside, focusing instead

was flushed, likely from

glowed softly in the warm light, stirring something in

dryness settled in his throat, and he took a sip

it, Elijah

arm around her waist, pulling her against

movement startled

on the piano

as

she said,

his lips brushing lightly against

warm, carrying a faint, woody scent laced with

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