My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 239

A shiver coursed through Elizabeth’s body, her legs trembling beneath her as weakness overtook her.

She wriggled free from Elijah’s embrace, hurriedly kicked off her shoes, and stepped into the bathtub, sinking into the cold water with a quick, desperate motion.

Curling up, she let the icy water rise to her shoulders, but it did little to douse the inferno raging inside her—a disorienting blend of fire and ice.

Elijah’s gaze burned into her, predatory and unyielding, the intensity in his eyes threatening to consume her whole.

Reason slipped from his grasp, overtaken by a searing passion.

He no longer cared if it was the effects of the drug or something deeper—all he knew was that he wanted her.

She was his wife.

Why should he hold back?

With that resolve, he reached for her, gathering her into his arms.

His voice was low, coaxing.

“Cold water won’t help.

You’ll just make yourself sick.”

His hands moved with purpose—one arm secured her waist, while the other slid beneath the hem of her skirt, trailing upward to the curve of her hip.

The familiar woody scent of his cologne, now mingled with something headier, clouded her senses.

Just as she felt herself slipping into the moment, a thought surfaced.

Her voice wavered with mockery and faint hurt.

“Grandma’s drug must be amazing—to make you want someone you’re not even interested in.”

“What kind of nonsense is that?” he shot back, his brows furrowing in annoyance.

Though a flicker of irritation crossed his face, his hands continued their mission, finding the zipper of her dress with practiced ease.

“For two years, you’ve barely looked at me,” she began, her voice thick with long-suppressed frustration.

“You even tossed the lingerie I bought!” she accused, the hurt she’d buried for years bubbling to the surface.

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, making her even more heartbreakingly beautiful.

Elijah paused, recalling the moment.

His tone softened, tinged with helplessness.

“That day, Mom was searching through the closet.

Did you want her to stumble across that?”

Elizabeth’s anger faltered, replaced by shock.

She stared at him.

“Two years of marriage, and nothing.

If you’re not uninterested, then… is it because you can’t?”

Elijah’s expression tightened, caught off guard.

“I thought you were just shy.

We didn’t have a romantic foundation, and I didn’t want to reduce it to something… mechanical,” he admitted, his voice low.