Chapter 301 The next morning, sunlight spilled across Elizabeths face, coaxing her awake with a gentle warmth.

Her long lashes fluttered as she grudgingly opened her eyes, the world pulling her from sleeps tender embrace.

The first thing she saw was a broad, sculpted chest, firm as if chiseled from stone.

Her hand, still resting there, betrayed her curiosity with a soft, unconscious squeeze.

So solid, so perfect.

Regret crept in, sharp as a thorn beneath her skin.

If their marriage crumbled, this godlike physique would slip beyond her reach.

The thought weighed on her, a peculiar pang of disappointment settling in her chest.

Her musings shattered as her gaze drifted upward, landing on a flawless face.

Elijah was awake, his smirk faint but undeniably amused as he observed her.

Elizabeth met his gaze with unruffled composure.

Not a trace of embarrassment marred her features as she withdrew her hand, pushed the covers aside, and climbed out of bed with measured ease.

In the bathroom, the mirror reflected her tired image, faint bruises blooming across her skin like ghostly shadows of the night before.

Some marks were fading, but new ones had taken their place.

She let out a long sigh, grabbed the tube of toothpaste, and started brushing her teeth, her reflection staring back at her in the mirror.

and hope for the best? How else am I supposed to show up

a

nearly

up at him, and muttered, Did Albin and Camille come back last night? I

They probably couldnt.

of toothpaste onto it, and began brushing his teeth with ease as if theyd done this routine a hundred

eyes widened, disbelief etched across

did they sleep? Elijah finished brushing,

adults, not

they were

opened her mouth to

infuriatingly simple, left her

were both dressed, they descended

door, pulling out her phone, only to freeze when she saw two familiar figures approaching from

Albin were walking toward the villa, one trailing the other, their postures a

Camille came closer, Elizabeths gaze fell on a mark on her neck, a mark

on herself

the pieces

it is,

door and a long nightElijahs interference has,

truths, Elizabeth decided, were

expression into its usual mask

beside her, spoke

up

want to visit my mother-in-laws grave again before we

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