My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 330 Carrie walked over to Elijah and pulled out a chair, taking her time as she sat down.

Camille followed close behind, eagerly planting herself in the chair beside Carrie.

Even if she wouldnt say much, her presence alone implied a silent solidarity.

Elijah broke the uneasy silence first.

I came to pick you up, he began, his tone calm, though his fingers absently drummed against the table.

But I didnt expect you to come with Oliver.

I ran into Sandra by chance.

His words were straightforward, truthful even, but a strange sense of guilt lingered beneath them.

Carrie nodded, not pressing the matter further, though her gaze was steady and assessing.

After a moment, she asked, What show did you decide I wouldnt participate in? The question caught Elijah off guard.

He frowned slightly, genuinely at a loss, What show? he asked, turning to Sandra for clarification.

Sandra, which show is it? Carrie let out a cold laugh, quiet but cutting.

She reached for the glass of water in front of Elijah, took a deliberate sip, and then set it back down with a sharp clink.

How amusing, she said slowly, her words dripping with sarcasm.

a decision for me without even knowing what it

smile wavered ever so

when Elijah, without hesitation, picked up the glass Carrie had just drunk from and took a

well-known obsession with cleanliness made the

had never done something like thisnot even

wouldnt share a glass, fork,

been carefully measured, limited to holding hands

mind spiraled with unbidden imagesElijah and Carrie kissing, tangled in each others arms, sharing a bond that went far beyond the clean, detached affection shed once

sting, and the pain brought her back to the

her chest, Sandra offered an explanation, her voice steady but carrying

ItsWeekend Party .

the new drama, so they asked me to join the variety

been constant online comparisons between my acting and

negative buzz that might affect either of

rested a hand

effortless authority in her movements was unmistakable, reminiscent of a household matriarch

was

are the one with poor

would that hurt me? If the topic hadnt been suppressed

had

since you dont want to be compared to me, why dont you step back

words struck with pinpoint

expression crumbled for a moment before

to another chair and lowered