My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

Peering through the curtains, her eyes widened momentarily at the sight within.

A stylish man with striking silver hair was seated at the table, gracefully pouring coffee.

His attire consisted of a sleek black designer T-shirt coupled with chic, light-washed, distressed jeans from another renowned brand, his grin exuding a playful allure.

Amid the classically elegant decor that adorned the room, he appeared conspicuously modern.

The noise caused him to halt and glance up, his voice tinged with uncertainty, “Ms.

Sophia?”

Elizabeth, ever open-minded, quickly masked her initial surprise and entered with a warm nod and a friendly smile.

“Hi, Mr.

Rodgers.”

“Just Soren, please.”

Soren set the coffee pot aside, signaled discreetly for the waiter to depart, and rose with a polite grace to offer Elizabeth a seat.

“Did the candidate not accompany you?”

As he resumed his place and filled a cup for Elizabeth, he complimented her.

“Your beauty truly stands alone, unmatched by any actress in this industry.

Merely by your looks, you epitomize the heroine I envisioned.”

“Actually, I’m here to put myself forward for the lead role,” Elizabeth responded, accepting the coffee and meeting Soren’s gaze.

The light from the chandelier above danced in her eyes, making them twinkle like the stars.

Soren paused, a flicker of realization crossing his features as he understood that Elizabeth’s proposal, though unexpected, was indeed fitting.

As the original author, she possessed a deep understanding of her characters, an insight only she could claim.

With her stunning appearance, it seemed fate had blessed her exceptionally.

Soren, his attention seemingly elsewhere, tapped his fingers idly on the table.

“With some polish on your acting skills, fame is just around the corner for you.

However…” His tone shifted as he steered the conversation in a new direction.

“Acting demands dedication and practice… I imagine you, Ms.

Sophia, are particularly keen to see your character portrayed accurately.”

As a shrewd businessman, Soren had little room for error.

He was not one to invest in projects without expecting returns.

A lackluster performance could jeopardize the entire venture.

Elizabeth responded, her voice carrying a mix of pride and wistfulness, “I had an engagement with Nathan Films and participated in their acting workshops… However, personal issues necessitated a hiatus from my career.”

Nathan Films, renowned for its prestigious standing in the film industry and its workshops led by distinguished educators, had a history of nurturing numerous award-winning talents.

Noticing this, Soren’s demeanor brightened, his earlier reservations fading.

He ceased his absent-minded tapping, took the pot, and topped up Elizabeth’s coffee with a newfound enthusiasm.

“I’ll reach out to the lead actor and set up a meeting for the two of you to…” he began, only to be cut off by a melodic voice from the doorway.

“Elijah, this spot is quite near to your office, and it’s really quite lovely.

I think I’ll start bringing lunch over so we can eat together during your breaks.”