My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

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.

ointment, and hope for the best? How else am I supposed to show up for filming? Elizabeth mused, her thoughts swirling like leaves caught in

brushing, a

mouth, spun around, and nearly collided with Elijahs chest, solid as a brick

muttered, Did Albin and Camille come back last night? I locked the door, he replied in a casual tone that made it sound as if

They probably couldnt.

toothpaste onto it, and began brushing his teeth with ease as if

locked the door? Her eyes widened, disbelief etched across her

did they sleep? Elijah finished brushing, spat into the sink,

not

all the villas around here, they were bound to find somewhere

opened her mouth to

infuriatingly simple, left her without

were both dressed, they descended

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

toward the villa, one trailing the other, their postures a

came closer, Elizabeths gaze fell on a mark

seen on herself earlier

and the pieces of the puzzle fell into place with a

thats how it is,

nightElijahs interference has, inadvertently, nudged

decided, were

schooling her expression into its usual

standing beside her, spoke in a low

up

mother-in-laws grave again