My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 290 Elizabeth strolled through the streets, lost in thought, as she noticed how many of the familiar old shops from her past had either moved, been renovated, or were now under new ownership.

She had always dreamed of bringing Elijah here, to walk the same streets she once did, see the familiar sights, and taste the foods that held a special place in her heart.

Such a simple wish had gone unfulfilled, despite two years of marriage.

This time, with him by her side in Esterhall, she had hoped this trip might finally make it come true, offering a chance to make up for the regrets that had lingered in their relationship.

But everything had shifted, even their relationship.

Some changes were permanent, leaving nothing behind but regrets.

Without realizing it, she ended up at her old elementary school.

The childhood snacks she remembered so fondly were no longer sold, a casualty of the rising prices.

She picked up a few fried skewers and, noticing the school bell would ring soon and the sun was beginning to set, she remembered her time in Foxfire and decided it was time to head home.

Elizabeth walked back into Wrens apartment, greeted by the mouthwatering aromas of various dishes drifting up from downstairs.

Someone was clearly cooking something spicy, the sharp scent of chili cutting through the other fragrances.

Feeling the pang of hunger herself, Elizabeth glanced at the fried skewers in her hand and considered whipping up some instant noodles to hold her over.

When she opened the door, the rich smell of food filled the air.

To her surprise, Elijah stepped out of the kitchen, his face flushed from the spicy fumes, coughing as he tried to catch his breath.

Elizabeth paused in the doorway, unsure of what to make of the situation.

She had assumed, after their heated argument, that he would have gone to stay at a hotel.

only home but cooking for

seem to notice her at

and oddly enough, it suited him,

not the clothes that define the person; its the person

underneath, the apron alone wouldve been an irresistible temptation

and shot her a look

a bottle of water? Snapping out of her thoughts, Elizabeth walked over to the box near the wall, grabbed a bottle of

take the

toward the glass bottle on

I prefer that brand.

with impatience, shoving the bottle into his arms before

bottle, and drank more than

as he swallowed, the

slipped on her slippers and walked straight

disappear into the bedroom, tightening the cap of the bottle with

had come back early from a disappointing project inspection and had initially gone to a

for some reason, he couldnt shake the restlessness, his

it, he was

ready

he left now, it would make him seem like just a

apron aside and went back to the kitchen to bring the

in the bedroom and sat on the bed, not quite

door and leaned

Dinners ready.

bring it

replied, pushing herself to get up

strips, garlic mashed potatoes, a cold okra salad, and creamy

Elizabeth was taken aback.