My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 300

Elizabeths eyes were heavy and only partially open, her gaze distant and clouded with a dreamy haze.

The once-neat hairstyle she had pinned up earlier had unraveled, with damp strands clinging stubbornly to her flushed skin.

Her cheeks burned a deep red, more vivid than the warmth left after a soothing bath, while soft, alluring sighs escaped her slightly parted lips.

Elijah felt a surge of temptation rise within him again, even after they had just finished.

He couldnt resist the magnetic pull drawing him back to her once more.

She lay slumped over the back of the sofa, her body limp and relaxed, entirely at ease.

With deliberate care, he reached out to adjust her position, easing her into a more comfortable, flat posture.

Lowering himself before her, his gaze lingered, absorbing every detail of her.

Her silky, flawless skin bore the marks he had lefteach one a subtle testament to his presence.

It was oddly satisfying, as though he were an artist stepping back to admire a masterpiece hed poured himself into.

Elizabeths gaze shifted to him, and without hesitation, she reached out.

With her delicate hand wrapped around him, she began to move, her grip firm yet gentle, and it wasnt long before she felt him grow harder and heavier under her touch.

Elijah reached for her legs and gently pulled her closer.

She lifted her hips slightly, matching his movements.

It was like the gentle ebb and flow of waves, each one lifting them higher before softly retreating, again and again.

After what seemed like countless cycles, Elijah finally stood up.

He gathered the clothes scattered on the floor and lifted her relaxed body from the sofa.

Carrying her upstairs, he brought her into the master bathroom.

There, he gently placed her in the bathtub, turned on the water, and began to wash her with tender care.

He smoothed the shower gel over her skin, ensuring every trace of it was rinsed away, leaving no spot untouched.

When he finished bathing her, he gently lifted her out of the tub and carefully dried her with a soft towel.

As he helped her into her underwear, his eyes caught the redness and tenderness below.

His gaze lingered briefly before he quickly looked away.

Rising to his feet, he grabbed some ointment.

Ever since shed started experiencing discomfort more frequently, he made sure to keep a variety of remedies on hand.

He applied the ointment with steady hands, his touch both careful and soothing.

Even in her sleep, her body responded instinctively, her legs squeezing together and trapping his hand.

A soft whimper escaped her lips, and in that moment, the desire hed just managed to suppress began to resurface.

Unable to resist, he gave her a light, playful smack on her bottom, his tone teasing as he murmured, You little temptress.

Once the ointment was fully applied, he dressed her in a soft silk nightgown, the fabric gliding smoothly over her skin.

He gently guided her to rest her head on his lap, his fingers brushing through her hair as she settled.

Reaching for the hairdryer, he began to dry her long, silky hair, each strand slipping through his fingers like black silk, still faintly scented with shampoo.

Her breathing was steady and calm, a serene rhythm matching the peaceful expression now gracing her face.

The radiant glow shed held earlier had softened, giving way to a quiet tranquility that made her vulnerability even more endearing.

Her lips, still tender from his passionate kisses, were slightly bruised and tinted with red, lending her an almost fragile charm.

After tending to Elizabeth, Elijah gently tucked her under the blanket and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before heading to the bathroom.

On the other side, Albin made his way back to the villa, occasionally glancing behind him.

Lost in thought, he tried the door, only to find it locked.

He stopped, his hand still on the doorknob, though his mind was far from the doorit was consumed by thoughts of Camille.

Without knocking, he released the doorknob and turned back, retracing his steps.

Camille lingered in his thoughts the entire time.

It was common for his female friends and cousins to go to clubs or visit spas on their own.

It was a typical way for adults to unwindsomething hed never really given much thought.

But today, as he watched Camille leave, an uneasy feeling settled in his chest.

He couldnt shake the nagging sense that something was about to happen, though he couldnt yet define what it might be.

His mind wandered back to the day Elizabeth had gone missing, and he recalled how Elijah had searched for her frantically through the night, consumed by worry.

Albin had never seen Elijah so frantic.

In all his memories, Elijah had always been the picture of calm detachment.

Back then, Albin had even believed that if Elizabeth hadnt been found, Elijah would have made everyone pay.

He had struggled to understand Elijahs state of mind at the time.

Though he accepted Elizabeth, he had thought someone as composed as Elijah would never go to such lengths for anyonenot even for Sandra.

Yet, Elijah had done just that for Elizabeth, the woman who had once been seen by everyoneincluding Elijahas nothing more than a wife in name only.

In this moment, Albin began to understand Elijah, even if only a little.

After all, true empathy can only be felt by those who have endured similar experiences themselves.