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.

from the items Oliver had brought and held it out

Drink this.

in

sleep in my room, and Ill

settling onto the sofa, the bottle unopened in

sun, warm in winter and cool in summer, comfortable even without air

continued cleaning,

fingers hovered idly over the keys, his attention

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

and composed, like that of a seasoned performer

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

the last piece

the sunlight, understated

gaze catching the embossed gold M near the logoa bespoke Steinway from the Morrison familys collection, its value far exceeding

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

piano, Elizabeth said, her voice pulling him from

polished surface,

heard its very

gift from someone who

expression softening as memories

little, I spilled a drink

punished methe only time

thought she might never

Elijahs brows knitted slightly.

for lavishing gifts on talented individuals

could they have stood by while Oliver mistreated Danna?

flushed, likely from the exertion of

softly in the warm

and he

of it, Elijah rose

arm around her waist, pulling

sudden movement

hand shot out, landing on the piano keys, producing a jarring,

breath quickening as

it, she said, in

lightly against her cheek, then stopping at her

breath was warm, carrying a faint,

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