My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

Around her, the men were visibly enchanted, their gazes filled with awe, yet they maintained a respectful silence, not venturing beyond admiring looks.

Breaking his usual stoic facade, Asher joined in the chorus of praise.

“Elizabeth indeed sets the standard for beauty in our industry!” Turning to face her, his eyes softened.

“But it’s her talent that truly outshines her looks.”

The business crowd, quick to sense the dynamics, chuckled knowingly, “Mr.

Burton and Ms.

Sandra are a match made in heaven.”

At a neighboring table, Scarlet whispered, almost to herself, “Asher really watches out for Elizabeth.

Ever since they announced their partnership, there’s been a distinct aura surrounding them.

It seems I’m not the only one who thinks they’re a picture-perfect pair!”

Upon hearing this, Elijah halted momentarily, his eyes rising to meet those of his companions before he asked in a serene tone, “Is that so?”

Oliver felt a chill run down his spine and hastily responded, “Asher is too young to be paired with Ms.

Sandra.

They could be siblings.”

The room, though not vast, carried Oliver’s words to every corner.

Unsure of Elijah’s motives, the others quickly retreated to their seats, pretending to focus on their meals.

Scarlet’s brow furrowed as she examined the pair once more and remarked, “Is that so? Elizabeth seems rather youthful herself.”

Oliver responded with conviction, “Absolutely! Their auras are worlds apart! They’re hardly alike at all! A woman of Ms.

Sandra’s caliber is more fitting for a man of success.”

Elizabeth let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head—Oliver was such a shamelessly eager admirer!

Elijah casually picked up a bite from his plate and set it back down before turning to Elizabeth with a query.

“Ms.

Sandra, do Oliver’s words entertain you?”

The tension in the room mounted palpably.

The crew, picking up on the shift, glanced towards Elizabeth with apprehensive looks.

Elizabeth hesitated, shooting a quick, sharp glance at Elijah before saying casually, “Mr.

James, you’ve got it all wrong.

I didn’t catch what Oliver mentioned.

I just recalled a troublesome dog I used to know in a village from my youth.”

Elijah was a curse! Whenever he was nearby, misfortune was sure to follow!

The light in Elijah’s eyes dimmed, replaced by a steely coldness.

Back when they were newlyweds, Elizabeth would often share tales of her childhood, including one about a troublesome dog that relentlessly barked at passersby.

Her words now cleverly hinted at a deeper meaning.

Elijah clenched his jaw tight, managing a forced chuckle.

With a casual nod towards the steaming plate of spicy boiled beef before him, he suggested to Oliver, “Why don’t you take this to the crew for a taste test? The chef hails from Hico, and his recipes are the real deal.”

A faint spark lit up in Elizabeth’s eyes, her lips curling into a subtle smile—it was a dish she had always enjoyed.

That infuriating man, tormenting her one moment and charming her the next!