My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

Inside the villa.

Elijah reclined in the hot spring pool, his eyes closed in relaxation.

Beside him, Albin gripped a handheld game console, his fingers dancing across the controls with intense concentration.

Each button press seemed to carry the weight of an epic battle.

Camille quietly raised her phone, capturing a candid moment of Elizabeth leaning against the pools edge.

The cameras subtle click caused Elijahs eyes to flutter open momentarily.

Elizabeths skin glowed with a flush from the heat.

Droplets of water traced a delicate pathfrom her hairline, down her cheek, along her neck, skimming her collarbone before disappearing beneath the waters surface.

The intimate journey of each droplet held a quiet sensuality.

Memories flooded Elijahs mind.

He recalled her face during their most passionate moments, her eyes glistening with tears of pleasure.

The recollection stirred something deep within him, a primal desire to possess her once more.

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to shut his eyes and redirect his thoughts to more professional concerns.

Unaware of Elijahs lingering gaze, Camille stashed her phone away.

Her face flushed crimson as she scrambled out of the hot water.

Nope, Im done! I cant handle this anymore.

Seriously, Im out of breath! Albin, having just conquered the final boss in his game, set down the console and shot her a mocking grin.

Your staminas pathetic.

Weve barely been soaking for a few minutes, and youre already giving up? Seeking solidarity, Camille turned to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth, do you hear how he talks? Absolutely zero filter! Albin leaned back smugly, his grin spreading like butter on hot toast.

Hey, Im just being honest.

Four of us are sitting here, and youre the only one about to keel over.

Face ityoure a lightweight.

With mock theatrics, he flexed his arms, his biceps gleaming under the soft lights.

Unlike me, of course.

These guns? Theyve got Fayedge Mountain written all over them.

I could sprint around that beast twice and still have energy to spare.

Camille rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didnt roll straight out of her head.

Congratulations.

Youve officially become a walking fitness meme.

Elizabeth, her energy levels dipping, stood and stretched languidly.

Honestly, Im starting to feel it too.

This heats no joke.

Elijah, still leaning into his silence, kept his eyes closed, exuding an air of indifference.

Sensing that pushing Elizabeth further might backfire, Albin wisely zipped his lips.

He wasnt in the mood to go one against two, especially with Elijah unlikely to back him up.

Forget it.

No point in arguing.

Stepping out of the pool, he wrapped himself in a robe and moved to the sofa.

Im starving.

Weve got ingredients.

How about we prepare something to eat? Camille sprawled across the sofa and retorted sharply, Cook it yourself.

When did I become your personal chef? I didnt- Before she could continue, the in-house phone interrupted their banter.

Albin answered, and a staff members courteous voice filled the line.

Good evening, sir.

Were offering a private buffet in the restaurant just below your villa.

The space is exclusively reserved for your party.

Our chef stands ready to prepare any dishes you desire.

Perfect, Albin responded, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

Well be down soon.

Start with your best offerings.

As he hung up, he shot Camille a victorious look.

See? Sometimes luck is on my side.

Think about food, and dinner materializes.

In the restaurant The group arrived in the private dining room, freshly changed into clean attire.

A pungent aroma of chili peppers saturated the air.

The table was laden with fiery dishesspicy crawfish, chili-glazed chicken, and an array of mouth-searing plates that promised to bring tears to ones eyes.

Albin confronted the chef with characteristic bluntness.

Can we have some milder options? How are we supposed to eat this inferno? Elijahs gaze drifted momentarily, landing briefly on Elizabeth.

Camille, impulsive as ever, exclaimed, Elizabeth, look! These are all your favorite dishes! She linked her arm through Elizabeths, a playful glint in her eye.

Must have been arranged by that old friend of yours.

Albin, catching the storm brewing in Elijahs darkening expression, quickly intervened.

Stop hovering like statues! Im starving.

Lets eat and talk.

They settled around the table.

Elijahs silence hung heavy, dissatisfaction radiating from him.

Elizabeth selected a fork and offered another to Camille.

A plate of spicy beef strips glistening with chili oil sat before her.

She speared a piece, tasted it, and declared, Its good.

Elijah reached for his fork, sampled a piece, and promptly deposited it in the trash with a dismissive gesture.

Overcooked, he stated flatly.

Tough.

The seasoning hasnt penetrated at all.

Disdain dripped from every word.

Only then did Elizabeth remember Elijahs own exceptional version of this dish, prepared meticulously in their home kitchen.

Sensing his prickliness, she chose to preserve the evenings harmony.

After a moments hesitation, she met his eyes and offered soft praise.

Yours truly did taste better.

It wasnt mere flattery.

Elizabeth knew Elijahs excellence was genuinehe excelled at everything he undertook.

Elijahs expression softened marginally.

He addressed the waiter.

A bottle of mineral water.

Elijah, how could you- Albin began, only to be silenced by Elijahs glacial stare.

Camille raised her hand.

Mango juice for me.

Me too, Albin chimed in.

She rolled her eyes.

Are you seriously copying me? Copying? No way.

I just like mango, Albin countered.

Elizabeth pressed her fingers to her temple.

How did these two manage to transform every interaction into an argument? The waiter turned to her.

What would you like, Miss? Iced cola, she responded evenly.

He cast her a subtle, unreadable glance before quietly departing to fulfill their orders.