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.

to the night before, Elizabeth couldnt help but marvel at

odds? She had always believed intimacy should be an

that, it was nothing more than

everything, the feelings she harbored

hadnt let her heartor her

waited for her to lash out with one of her trademark

glanced at her, he found her watching him with an icy,

locked for a

just as swiftly, she looked

Its all sorted now.

other things

Oliver, issued a brief instruction, and walked off

with a sharp kick, he sent a

gaze flicking between Elizabeths retreating

He sighed inwardly.

If Mr.

kept playing this game, it wouldnt be long

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usual warmth replaced by a chilling

fingers drummed an almost hypnotic rhythm on

has a population of a few

these years, you still havent found him? A middle-aged man with a bulging belly stood nearby, his forehead glistening

with

every piano teacher, every music shop owner, every bar pianistanyone remotely

them match the description… Daxtons sharp gaze sliced through

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