My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 161

“Look out!”

Elizabeth moved like a storm unleashed, shoving Elijah aside and stepping in front of him.

Asher’s fist, despite his attempt to pull back, carried the unstoppable momentum of a runaway train.

It struck Elizabeth square on the shoulder, her bare skin reddening instantly from the impact.

Asher froze, his arm still extended, the reality of his mistake sinking in.

“Elizabeth… are you okay?”

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Elijah’s voice cracked like a whip, fury blazing in his eyes as he took in the swelling bruise on Elizabeth’s shoulder.

His glare fixed on Asher, as cold and sharp as frostbite.

The air between them crackled with tension.

With deliberate carelessness, Elijah shrugged off his expensive suit jacket, letting it fall to the ground like discarded paper.

It was a gesture of disdain, a warning bell tolling for trouble.

Elizabeth felt her stomach drop.

This wasn’t just Elijah getting angry—it was the calm before the storm.

She’d seen this side of him before, and it wasn’t something easily forgotten.

That night flashed through her mind like a reel of horror.

They had been on their way to dinner when they passed a private room.

A drunken man had slurred something lewd about Sandra, an insult that Elijah couldn’t let slide.

Without a word, Elijah had walked into the room like a predator entering its territory.

He grabbed the man by the collar and unleashed a fury of punches, each one landing with a sickening thud.

Even when influential guests tried to intervene, Elijah was unmoved, his rage consuming him.

By the time he was finished, the man was a crumpled heap on the floor, barely recognizable, save for the faint groans escaping his lips.

Elijah had delivered one final, brutal kick before straightening his cuffs like nothing had happened.

Elizabeth had shouted at him and even pleaded, but it was like trying to stop a hurricane with a whisper.

In the end, she’d stationed herself at the door, keeping watch to ensure no one else witnessed the carnage.

Earlier, when Asher charged over, she had stepped in front of Elijah not out of protection for him—she had done it out of sheer terror.

The image of that man’s bloodied face was a ghost that still haunted her.

“Don’t fight!” Elizabeth gritted her teeth against the searing pain in her shoulder and grabbed Elijah’s arm, her fingers trembling but firm.

His gaze fell on her, dark and unreadable.

Just moments ago, she had shielded him, putting herself in harm’s way, and it had struck a chord deep within him.

But now, seeing her intercede on Asher’s behalf made something in his chest knot painfully.

When had she started showing others the same special kindness she once reserved for him?

Godwin rushed over, confusion etched on his face.

He looked to Elizabeth for an explanation.

Summoning a brittle smile, Elizabeth attempted to ease the palpable tension.

“I’m fine.

Really.

It’s nothing—just a little bump.

I’m not made of porcelain, you know.”

Her smile, though meant to reassure, only deepened the storm in Elijah’s eyes.

He turned to Asher and Godwin, his voice like ice over steel.

“You might want to reconsider that endorsement deal with my company.

From where I’m standing, it looks like you don’t value it anymore.”

Godwin paled, the sweat on his brow gleaming.

He stammered, hands raised in appeasement, “No, no, no! It’s all a misunderstanding! A complete misunderstanding!”