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My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 181
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Chapter 181 Elijah’s rising anger dissolved the moment he noticed Elizabeth's pallid complexion.

Beads of cold sweat glistened on her forehead, and his frustration immediately softened.

“What's wrong?” he asked, his brow creasing with concern.

Elizabeth weakly waved her hand.

“Nothing.

I'm just hungry,” she murmured, clutching her stomach and turning to leave.

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Elijah, however, wasn’t one to let matters drop so easily.

He reached out, his hand closing gently around her arm.

“The night fair is just warming up.”

Elizabeth tugged her arm free, her movements sharp despite her apparent weakness.

“No need.

I'll grab sinstant noodles from the corner store.”

But Elijah, in his unyielding manner, simply stated, “I'm hungry too.” His tone was final, leaving no room for

debate.

Her stomachache flared again, robbing her of the energy to argue.

She sighed, her gaze falling on his attire.

“Are you seriously going to the night fair dressed like that?” she asked weakly, gesturing at his bathrobe.

“I'll change,” he said without hesitation, already steering her toward the room as though her protests were mere

background noise.

Elijah wasted no time.

In a matter of minutes, he was dressed, car keys in hand, and ready to drive them to the night fair himself.

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The night fair was alive with its usual vibrant chaos.

Stalls stood like sentinels in neat rows, though the weekday lull meant the crowds were sparse.

Elijah had swapped his bathrobe for a sleek jacket that happened to match the color of Elizabeth's shirt.

Together, they looked like a pair coordinated not by intention but by fate.

Leading her through the fair, Elijah stopped at a barbecue stall they had visited during their last trip to Foxfire

County.

A middle-aged woman and a teenage boy busied themselves by the entrance, arranging skewers of glistening

barbecue under the golden glow of hanging lanterns.

Elijah’s sharp gaze landed on a tank filled with lively, darting fish.

“We'll have a serving of fish congee,” he said, his words crisp and decisive.