My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 296 Inside the villa.

Elijah reclined in the hot spring pool, his eyes closed in relaxation.

Beside him, Albin gripped a handheld game console, his fingers dancing across the controls with intense concentration.

Each button press seemed to carry the weight of an epic battle.

Camille quietly raised her phone, capturing a candid moment of Elizabeth leaning against the pools edge.

The cameras subtle click caused Elijahs eyes to flutter open momentarily.

Elizabeths skin glowed with a flush from the heat.

Droplets of water traced a delicate pathfrom her hairline, down her cheek, along her neck, skimming her collarbone before disappearing beneath the waters surface.

The intimate journey of each droplet held a quiet sensuality.

Memories flooded Elijahs mind.

He recalled her face during their most passionate moments, her eyes glistening with tears of pleasure.

The recollection stirred something deep within him, a primal desire to possess her once more.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to shut his eyes and redirect his thoughts to more professional concerns.

Unaware of Elijahs lingering gaze, Camille stashed her phone away.

Her face flushed crimson as she scrambled out of the hot water.

Nope, Im done! I cant handle this anymore.

Seriously, Im out of breath! Albin, having just conquered the final boss in his game, set down the console and shot her a mocking grin.

Your staminas pathetic.

Weve barely been soaking for a few minutes, and youre already giving up? Seeking solidarity, Camille turned to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth, do you hear how he talks? Absolutely zero filter! Albin leaned back smugly, his grin spreading like butter on hot toast.

Hey, Im just being honest.

Four of us are sitting here, and youre the only one about to keel over.

Face ityoure a lightweight.

With mock theatrics, he flexed his arms, his biceps gleaming under the soft lights.

Unlike me, of course.

Theyve got Fayedge Mountain

around that beast twice and still have energy to

hard it was a miracle they didnt roll

Congratulations.

a walking fitness

energy levels dipping, stood and

to feel

This heats no joke.

his eyes closed,

pushing Elizabeth further might backfire, Albin

go one against

Forget it.

No point in arguing.

himself

Im starving.

Weve got ingredients.

we prepare something to eat? Camille sprawled across the sofa and retorted sharply, Cook it

become your personal chef? I didnt- Before she could continue,

a staff members

Good evening, sir.

a private buffet in the

exclusively reserved for

to prepare any dishes

a triumphant grin

Well be down soon.

with your best

he shot

Sometimes luck is on

about food, and

the private dining room, freshly

chili peppers

and an array of mouth-searing plates

the chef with characteristic

supposed to eat this inferno?

favorite dishes! She linked her

been arranged by that

brewing in

hovering like

Lets eat and talk.

around

heavy, dissatisfaction