My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 289

Chapter 289 Elijah regretted his words the instant they escaped his lips.

It was as if he had opened a Pandoras box of awkwardness, and there was no closing it now.

For someone who had always scorned jealousy-driven theatrics from women, he was baffled to realize that, deep down, he almost wanted Elizabeth to react with a flash of possessiveness.

Elizabeth found his audacity laughable.

Oh, thats rich.

When you and Sandra paraded around in public like some royal procession, humiliating me every step of the way, you told me to be mature and understanding.

Now, with Scarlettwhos nothing more than a delusional fangirlI let it slide, and you think its because I dont care about you? Are you hearing yourself right now? She had reached her limit.

The days of biting her tongue were behind her.

From now on, she vowed to speak her mind.

Elijah tugged at his collar, irritation bubbling to the surface.

Why do you always bring up Sandra? It wasnt just her biting words that got under his skin; it was the reflection they forced him to confront.

Control had always been his forte.

Yet, their marriage was drifting further from reason with each passing day.

Even he didnt recognize himself anymore.

Elizabeth caught his gaze and smirked.

Of course, the moment Sandras name entered the conversation, he leapt to her defense.

Typical.

before, Elizabeth couldnt help but marvel

odds? She had always believed intimacy should be an extension of lovea flame ignited by mutual respect and

nothing more

everything, the feelings she harbored

hadnt let her heartor her bodycloud

her to lash out with one of her

her, he found her watching

eyes locked for

just as swiftly, she

Its all sorted now.

other

a brief instruction, and walked off without sparing Elijah another

surged within Elijah, and with a sharp kick,

the scene unfold, his gaze flicking

He sighed inwardly.

If Mr.

be long before he lost her

a villa

his usual warmth replaced by a chilling

an almost hypnotic rhythm

population of a few hundred

him? A middle-aged man with a bulging belly stood nearby, his forehead glistening with

brow with a trembling

piano teacher, every music shop owner, every bar pianistanyone

none of them match the description… Daxtons sharp gaze sliced through the mans

motion, he grabbed a porcelain cup

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