My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 324

Elizabeth stepped back, her gaze icy.

No one will know I fired you because of your wrongdoing.

Ill simply say we dont need a housekeeper for the time being and will hire someone later.

You can look for work elsewhere.

But if you keep trying to guilt-trip me, Ill expose your theft.

Lets see which family or cleaning service in Orkset would dare hire someone with a criminal record.

Ms.

Sandra froze in place, her back straightening as a tremble ran through her body.

Her forehead, scraped and bleeding, made her look pitiful, but Elizabeths unflinching tone left no room for sympathy.

Oliver, standing nearby, stepped forward.

Go pack your things.

Ill help you leave, he said firmly.

With her head hung low, Ms.

Sandra followed Oliver back to Bayview Villa to gather her belongings.

When she reached her room, her eyes lingered on a small pile of supplement tucked near the bed.

Ms.

Sandra knew Oliver was standing by the door watching her.

Her fingers hovered, then clenched into fists.

She discreetly shoved the supplement under the bedand resumed packing.

If she took this now and got caught, it would be over for her.

But if she left it there and let Sandra know, Sandra would figure out how to handle it.

Ms.

Sandra had little to her name, so it didnt take long.

Soon, she was reluctantly walking out of Bayview Villa, her belongings in tow.

As she passed Elizabeth, she shot the latter a venomous glare.

The hatred in her gaze burned.

Elizabeth sneezed.

Someone must be talking about me, she muttered, rubbing her nose.

Elijah draped his coat over her shoulders and held her close.

Dont be superstitious.

Its just cold tonight.

Stop standing here and go inside.

Elizabeth leaned into his shoulder, finding comfort in his warmth.

I dont feel like cooking.

Lets order takeout from a hotpot place.

Elijah hesitated, thinking of the nutritionists advice about healthy eating.

But when he saw the sparkle of excitement in her eyes, he relented with a small smile.

Alright.

Its just hotpot.

Its not poison, he reassured himself inwardly.

Once in a while wont hurt.

At home, Elizabeth changed into soft, comfortable loungewear and made her way downstairs.

She sprawled across the living room sofa, scrolling on her phone to check the delivery time.

Elijah came down shortly after.

Noticing her thin silk outfit, he quietly adjusted the thermostat, turning up the heat.

When Elizabeth spotted him, she hugged a pillow to her chest and smiled.

I dont want to eat in the dining room.

Lets eat here in the living room while watching a movie.

She paused, lowering her voice like a child asking for permission.

Last time, Sandra and I did the same.

I promise Ill clean up afterward, no mess left behind.

Elijah sat beside her, his fingers gently combing through her silky hair.

No need for you to clean up.

Well have someone else take care of it.

Elijahs voice softened as he added, We only have so much energy.

Its better to focus on meaningful things instead of wasting time on things that dont matter.

Elizabeths smile faded.

She sat up straight, turning to face him.

So, when I was a housewife for those two years… was that how you felt? That it didnt matter? Elijah hesitated, his eyes meeting hers.

In some ways, yes, he admitted, choosing his words carefully.

Elizabeth let out a small sigh, her gaze thoughtful rather than angry.

It wasnt all hardship, you know.

Back then, I thought it was meaningful to clean our home and cook for the person I loved.

But… She paused, choosing her next words deliberately.

When you place too much importance on someone else, you start to lose yourself.

You still need your own spaceyour own identity.

Elijahs expression softened as he nodded.

Elizabeth reached for his hand, her smaller palm covering his.

She looked him in the eye, her voice firm but tender.

In the future, just say whats on your mind, okay? Dont make me guess.

Communication is key in a relationship.

Elijah studied her for a moment before a smile curved his lips.

Alright, he murmured.

He leaned in, brushing her bangs aside with his fingers before placing a feather-light kiss on her forehead.