My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 295 Daxton guided Elijah to a quiet corner and then stopped.

Elijah flicked open a pack of cigarettes, lighting one with ease, taking a long drag before speaking in a frosty

tone.

Keep your distance from Elizabeth.

Shes an individual.

You cant control her, nor can you dictate who she can be friends with.

Daxtons usual warmth faded, replaced by an icy detachment that mirrored Elijahs own demeanor.

Friends? Elijah blew out a cloud of smoke, his voice dry.

Shes just a distant relative of yours.

Daxton, propped against the tree, smirked.

Mr.

Norris, have you forgotten? The moment you took over the Norris Group, you were eager to cut ties with my

family.

Elijahs voice remained steady, but there was an edge of gravity now.

Youve made choices that have taken your life out of your control.

Hers is simple.

If you really care about hereven a littleyoud stay out of it.

| would give my life to keep her safe.

And at least | dont have smanipulative dream girl.

The emotional scars shes carrying because of you could take away half of her life.

Daxton pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his lips curling into a half-smile as he glanced at Elijah,

his eyelids heavy.

Their gazes met, both of them standing their ground.

The mountain air was still, broken only by the rustling of the wind through the trees.

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After a long, tense silence, Elijah looked away first, flicking his cigarette aside as it burned out.

Stop entertaining those thoughts.

Daxton raised an eyebrow.

Is that a reminder or a threat? Take it however you want, Elijah replied and walked away without looking back.

When Elijah made his way back to the small courtyard, planning to suggest they leave, he found Elizabeth and

Camille, both wrapped in bathrobes, playfully splashing water with their feet in the hot spring.

He bit back the words on the tip of his tongue and entered without a sound.

Elizabeth glanced up at him, her curiosity evident.

What did you talk about with Daxton? she asked.

Not much, just sbusiness talk, Elijah responded nonchalantly.

Elizabeth, assuming Elijah was simply discussing a deal with Daxton, didnt press the issue.

Instead, she asked, How do you know him? Inside, she was surprised.

Elijah had known Daxton for years, which only further confirmed that Daxton was indeed wealthy and well-

connected.

Yet, she realized there didnt seem to be anyone from the Norris family with the last nGarcia.

Elijahs usual aloof tone now carried a trace of impatience.

Ive known him for a while, but were not exactly friends.

Why did she care so much about Daxton? She even called him by his first nso casually, like they were old

friends.

There was a trace of jealousy in his voice, though he was unaware of it himself.

Albin, sensing the growing tension, shot Elijah a playful wink.

Whats the matter, Elijah? Are you jealous? Camille gave him a sharp look before replying, What reason does he

have to be jealous? Theyre about to split up.

Albins eyes widened in surprise, and he discreetly tugged at Camilles sleeve.

Camille yanked her sleeve away, giving him a scornful glare.

Whats the matter? Are you trying to stopfrom speaking? Huh? Elijah ignored Camille and cast a frosty

sideways glance at Albin.

If stares were lethal, Albin would have been pierced with a thousand daggers by now.

Albin let out a nervous laugh.

Its just a lovers spat.

They wouldnt actually divorce, alright? With her hands on her hips, Camille scoffed.

His dream girl seems more like the real wife than Elizabeth.

If they dont divorce, are the three of them really going to be together in peace? The air thickened with

discomfort, Elizabeth, not wanting to drag Camille deeper into her personal affairs, was ready to steer the

conversation elsewhere.

At that moment, a waiter approached them with a polite bow, Mr.

Venkins has requested that the area be cleared, and all other guests have already left.

So you can enjoy this resort in privacy.

Camille pursed her lips thoughtfully.

In case any staff pass by, lets head back inside and relax in the smaller pool.

Watching a movie while relaxing in the water sounds perfect.

Everyone nodded in agreement, liking the idea.

Elsewhere, Mr.

Jenkins sat anxiously in the living room of his villa, worry etched on his face.

The waiter, who had just delivered the message, returned and asked, Mr.

Jenkins, whats troubling you? He was Mr.

Jenkinss trusted assistant, known for his sharp mind and valuable insights.

Mr.

Jenkins sighed deeply.

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Ive upset the wrong people today.

Mr.

Garcia might sendpacking.

| used to be like an errand boy in Orkset, but this job was a promotion of sorts.

The pay was far better.

| really misjudged today.

The waiter tried to reassure him.

Youve cleared the area, and the families you sent away have considerable influence in Esterhall... Mr.

Garcia is unlikely to hold this against you for long.

Mr.

Jenkins shook his head in disbelief.

Its the first tIve seen Mr.

Garcia care so much about a woman.

| asked a few friends, and they said Mr.

Garcia walked away from a billion-dollar deal for her.

Just like that.

The waiters eyes sparkled with a sudden idea.

Mr.

Jenkins, maybe this is an opportunity? What kind of opportunity? Mr.

Jenkins asked, his hope renewed.

The waiter leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Since Mr.

Garcia is so taken with this woman, why not just send her to his bed? You could turn this mistake into a chance

for redemption and even earn a huge favor in return.