My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

The voice was not loud, yet in the enveloping silence, it came across as startlingly sharp.

Elizabeth’s heart stuttered.

Could it really be that coincidental?

Lifting her eyes, she peered through the dangling bead curtain and locked eyes with Elijah’s piercing, icy stare.

“Elijah…” Sandra, upon noticing his halted steps, turned to follow his gaze and caught sight of Elizabeth.

Her voice was tinged with surprise.

“Ms.

Sandra?!”

Reacting on impulse, Elizabeth lifted her hand, but clumsiness took over, sending a pot clattering to the ground.

Hot coffee splashed across her hand, painting a bright red burn onto her skin.

Soren, oblivious to the newcomer at the entrance, swiftly turned his attention to Elizabeth, grabbing a nearby scarf to gently dab at her scalded hand.

“I’m so sorry, are you alright? Did that burn?”

“What are you doing here, Elizabeth? You should be home recuperating if you’re ill, not out here, especially not with another man,” Elijah interjected sharply, his voice heavy with disapproval.

“You’re married, Elizabeth.

It’s prudent to maintain a proper distance from other men.”

With a swift motion, Elijah brushed past the curtain and stepped closer, pulling Elizabeth’s hand from Soren’s gentle grasp and positioning himself as a barrier between them.

His expression was stormy and unreadable.

He turned his cold gaze on Soren, evaluating him with a silent accusation.

If he had not intervened, Soren might have been too close for comfort.

Elijah, whose business never crossed paths with the glitzy world of entertainment, didn’t recognize Soren.