My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
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.

What now? Just head home, slap on some 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 a restless breeze.

Halfway through brushing, a sudden memory jolted her.

She quickly rinsed her mouth, spun around, and nearly collided with Elijahs chest, solid as a brick wall.

With her toothbrush still in her lips, she stepped 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 sound as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

They probably couldnt.

Without skipping a beat, he plucked the toothbrush from her hand, squeezed a fresh dollop of toothpaste onto it, and began brushing his teeth with ease as if theyd done this routine a hundred times.

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

So where did they sleep? Elijah finished brushing, spat into the sink, and shrugged.

Theyre adults, not clueless kids.

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

Elizabeth opened her mouth to argue but stopped short.

His logic, infuriatingly simple, left her without a comeback.

Once they were both dressed, they descended the stairs.

Elizabeth unlocked the front door, pulling out her phone, only to freeze when she saw two familiar figures approaching from a distance.

Camille and Albin were walking toward the villa, one trailing the other, their postures a mix of nonchalance and awkwardness.

As Camille came closer, Elizabeths gaze fell on a mark on her neck, a mark all too familiar.

It mirrored ones shed seen on herself earlier in the mirror.

Her eyes darted between Camille and Albin, and the pieces of the puzzle fell into place with a thud.

So thats how it is, she thought.

A locked door and a long nightElijahs interference has, inadvertently, nudged their relationship forward.

Some truths, Elizabeth decided, were better left buried.

She shifted her focus away, schooling her expression into its usual mask of calm indifference.

Elijah, standing beside her, spoke in a low voice.

Lets pack up and grab breakfast.

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

Meanwhile, Camille sank into the couch, throwing her arms over the back as she launched into a rant.

The service here is downright pathetic! Last night, I went for a spa treatment, and the staff just dumped me at some deserted villa and vanished.

Luckily, Daxton showed up and helped me out.

Otherwise, who knows what wouldve happened? Elijah, who had been calmly buttoning his cuffs, froze mid-motion.

He turned to her, his eyes shadowed by a storm brewing beneath the surface.

His voice, when it came, was cold enough to frost glass.

You ran into Daxton? The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees, and Camille instinctively straightened her posture, as if drawn up by invisible strings.

A moment later, her rebellious streak kicked in.

Why on earth should she feel intimidated? She deliberately pouted and said, Yep! Daxton is the bestkind, warm, and super helpful.

Though, for some reason, he didnt seem too happy to see me… Her exaggerated praise was a calculated move, and the darkening storm on Elijahs face was the reward shed hoped for.

It brought a smug, almost mischievous gleam to her eyes.

Elijah, however, had already tuned her out.

His fingers, which had resumed adjusting his cufflinks, now paused again, tension radiating from him like heat waves off asphalt.

It seemed Daxton hadnt taken his warning seriously.

Good thing Elizabeth hadnt gone to the spa last night.

Who knew what kind of mess might have unfolded?