My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 302

One Hour Later The group packed up their belongings and departed from Fayedge Hot Spring.

Typically carefree, Camille exhibited unusual behavior.

Just as everyone prepared to enter their vehicles, she abruptly approached Elijahs car.

Ill ride with you guys, she announced.

Albin cast a brief glance her way but remained silent, walking to his own car and driving off.

Elijah, Im heading to the hotel to pack.

Ill return to Orkset separately.

Camille appeared oblivious, only turning to watch Albins car disappear.

Elizabeth sensed the underlying tension but chose not to delve into their personal dynamics.

The three of them stood in an awkward tableau beside the car.

The additional passenger wasnt the issuedetermining seating arrangements proved more complicated.

Elijahs cold gaze settled on Camille.

Sit in the front.

Camille bristled at the directive.

Why dont you sit up front? I want to talk with Elizabeth.

Elizabeth opened her mouth to intervene, but before she could get a word out, Elijah ignored them both and slid into the car without another word.

With a defeated sigh, Camille opened the passenger door and climbed in.

As the car began to move, Elijah busied himself with his phone, scrolling through news articles.

He came across headlines about the Fed cutting interest rates and loosening real estate restrictions in several cities.

His thoughts wandered momentarily to Elizabeth.

Perhaps it was time to buy a few properties in her name.

In the front seat, Camille fidgeted restlessly, turning her head every so often as if itching to spill her thoughts about Albin.

Each time she caught sight of Elijahs brooding face in the rearview mirror, though, she swallowed her words and sank back into her seat.

Eventually, she gave up and pulled out her phone.

Without headphones, the loud thrum of DJ music filled the car.

Elizabeth leaned over, curious.

Whats so loud? What are you watching? Camille tilted her phone to show the screen.

Male dancers.

The video displayed a shirtless streamer twisting and gyrating under flashing lights, his exaggerated chest and abs catching the cameras focus.

The shadows on his physique made the whole performance seem more dramatic than it was.

Elizabeth involuntarily compared the dancer to Elijahs physique, feeling slightly disappointed.

As she prepared to look away, Elijahs cold gaze intercepted her.

He snorted, his tone laced with derision.

You dont seem very discerning.

The condescension in his voice stung.

Elizabeth sat up straighter, her chin tilting defiantly.

You old-timers wouldnt understand the appeal of younger guys.

Theyre sweet, obedient, and full of energysomething you might not be familiar with.

Camille jumped in enthusiastically.

Exactly! And the key is their stamina.

Unlike some older men, who probably cant even last Enough, Elijah interrupted, his lips curling into a wry smile as his eyes settled on Elizabeth.

There was a dangerous glint in his gaze, a challenge thinly veiled by amusement.

Are you sure youre talking about the right person? Caught off guard, Elizabeths cheeks flushed.

She fidgeted with her phone, awkwardly deflecting.

The internet really is something these days, isnt it? You can access all kinds of things with just a tap.

Oblivious to the tension shed caused, Camille kept scrolling.

Yeah, its so convenient! Clubs arent always an option, but live-streamed male dancers? Anytime, anywhere.

And theyll even take requests.

Tip a few hundred bucks, and theyll dance their hearts out for you.

Elizabeth froze at the mention of spending money.

Her inner alarm bells rang loud and clear.

Wasting money was unacceptable.

Spending money on that? She leaned back in her seat, waving her hand dismissively.

A few hundred bucks could get me a box of black durian.

Throwing cash at men? Thats just asking for bad karma.

Elijahs lips twitched, a faint shadow of approval crossing his face.

He returned his attention to his phone, scrolling through the news with a renewed sense of calm.

Of course, he didnt count himself among the men she had so casually dismissed.

A man like him didnt need anyones moneyor approval.

Elizabeth, eager to escape the awkward air, opened her phone to check her notifications.

A message from Daxton popped up: Theres been progress on the earlier issue.

The account that paid the online trolls is under the name Emilio Reed.

She frowned, her mind racing.

The name sounded familiar, but she couldnt immediately place it.

She searched her mental rolodex, unable to place Emilios identity.