My Ruthless Ex Demands by Eva Blackwood Episode 162

Elizabeth maintained her composure, her expression coolly collected. Turning to Elijah, she spoke with measured calm. “It was merely an accident. He was simply attempting to protect me. Don’t blow this out of proportion.”
Asher and Elijah locked eyes, a silent battle of wills. Asher spoke coldly. “If you have a problem with me, deal with me directly. Don’t involve her. I insulted Sandra. I threw the first punch, and she took the hit for you. Don’t blame her. If you want to cancel the endorsement, go ahead…”
Godwin quickly grasped the situation from Asher’s confession.
He stepped forward, positioning himself protectively between Elijah and Asher. “Mr. James, it’s merely a misunderstanding. Asher is young and impulsive. Please, don’t take this personally.”
Elizabeth’s exasperated sigh cut through the tension like a blade. She crossed her arms and gave Elijah a pointed look. “You’re a grown man. Why are you picking on a younger man?”
Coupled with Elizabeth’s earlier act of instinctively protecting him, the words “younger man” seemed to extinguish the embers of Elijah’s anger.
Was she defending Asher merely because he was, in her words, a younger man?
Elijah’s gaze flicked back to Asher, assessing him with a keener eye. Asher was dressed maturely, yet there was still a hint of youthful innocence in his eyes. For all his size, Asher was just a clumsy, naive young man.
Seeing Elijah’s shoulders relax, Godwin seized the moment, his voice cautious. “Mr. James, please, don’t hold this against Asher.”
Elijah didn’t even grant Godwin a glance. Instead, his reply dripped with disdain. “You’re giving him far too much credit.”
The unspoken message was clear—Asher wasn’t worth the effort of his anger.
Elizabeth tilted her head toward Godwin, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Take Asher and go.”
But Asher, rooted in defiance, shook his head. “No,” he said firmly, his eyes locked on Elijah like a wary watchdog. “We leave together. I don’t trust you alone with him,” he told Elizabeth.
Elizabeth met Godwin’s gaze again, her voice carrying an edge of finality. “Godwin, I know Mr. James. Take Asher and leave. I’ll handle this.”
Elijah found pleasure in Elizabeth’s dismissal of Asher’s attitude. He turned away, silently consenting to their departure.
Godwin nervously glanced between Elijah and Asher, weighing his options. After a moment, he apologized profusely to Elijah and attempted to guide Asher away,
Asher stood stubbornly rooted.
Losing patience, Godwin leaned close and whispered, “If you don’t care about your own career, fine. But do you really want to risk your idol being blacklisted even before her debut?”
The words deflated Asher. His defiance crumbled. With a final resentful glance at Elijah, he followed Godwin, dragging his feet and looking back with each step.
As they walked off, Godwin murmured in a low voice, “Relax. If she’s sharp enough to write those brilliant scripts, she’s sharp enough to handle this too. Let her do her thing.”
Elizabeth waited until their figures disappeared around the corner before turning back to Elijah. Her expression was firm, and her words measured. “Don’t drag Asher into this. If you let it go, I’ll accompany you to your grandmother’s birthday party.”
Elijah arched an eyebrow, his tone laced with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. “Since when did you decide to moonlight as an agent? Cleaning up messes for a young man like him.”
Elizabeth didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, she met his sarcasm with unwavering resolve. “Do we have a deal or not?”
He let out a breath, his irritation giving way to reluctant acquiescence. “Fine. As if I’d waste my time on a youngster who barely knows how the world works.”
His gaze drifted to her shoulder, where the red mark from Asher’s punch was still visible. His voice softened slightly. “Let me take you to a doctor.”
Elizabeth opened her mouth, instinctively ready to refuse, but something in Elijah’s expression gave her pause. If she argued, she knew he might redirect his simmering annoyance back toward Asher. Swallowing her pride, she nodded. “Fine, let me grab my bag.”
Elijah gave a single nod. “I’ll be waiting in the car.”