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.

he was, not only home but cooking

seem

wearing an old apron from the apartment, and oddly enough, it suited him, giving off a casual,

clothes that define the person; its the person who makes the

shirt underneath, the apron alone wouldve been

and shot her a look

of her thoughts, Elizabeth walked over to the box near the wall, grabbed

take the

nodded toward the glass bottle on

I prefer that brand.

yourself, Elizabeth said with impatience, shoving the bottle into his arms before

more than half of it

as he swallowed, the curve of his throat oddly

her slippers and walked

into the bedroom, tightening the cap of the bottle with

from a disappointing project inspection

reason, he couldnt shake the restlessness, his thoughts constantly

knew it, he

took off the apron, ready to leave, but

he left now, it would make him seem

set the apron aside and went

more comfortable clothes in the bedroom and sat on the bed, not quite

opened the door

Dinners ready.

to bring it

replied, pushing

dishes and a soup: spicy beef strips, garlic mashed potatoes,

Elizabeth was taken aback.