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.

night before, Elizabeth couldnt help

emotions and actions be so fundamentally at odds? She had always believed

was nothing more

everything, the feelings she harbored for

let her

for her to lash out with one of her

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

eyes locked for

just as swiftly, she

Its all sorted now.

got other

a brief instruction, and walked off

kick, he sent a stool careening across

gaze flicking between Elizabeths retreating figure

He sighed inwardly.

If Mr.

playing this game, it wouldnt be long before

a villa

his usual warmth replaced by

drummed an almost hypnotic rhythm

population of a few hundred thousand,

you still havent found him? A middle-aged man with a bulging belly stood nearby,

brow with a trembling hand, stammering,

searched every piano teacher, every music shop owner, every bar

none of them match the description… Daxtons sharp gaze sliced

grabbed a porcelain

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