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.

the best? How else am I supposed to show up for filming? Elizabeth mused, her thoughts swirling like

brushing, a sudden memory

her mouth, spun around, and nearly collided with Elijahs chest, solid

back, glanced up at him, and muttered, Did Albin and Camille come back last night? I locked the door, he replied in a casual tone that made it

They probably couldnt.

the toothbrush from her hand, squeezed a fresh dollop of toothpaste onto

door? Her eyes widened, disbelief etched across

finished brushing, spat into

not clueless

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

opened her mouth to argue but stopped

left her

they were both dressed, they descended the

front door, pulling out her phone, only to freeze when she saw

Albin were walking toward the villa, one trailing

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

on

eyes darted between Camille and Albin, and the pieces of the puzzle

it

long nightElijahs interference

decided, were better left

shifted her focus away, schooling her expression into its

standing beside her, spoke in a low

pack up

mother-in-laws grave again