My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1082:

“Thank you, doctor,” Carrie said awkwardly, thanking the doctor before following Kristopher toward the dressing area.

She reached the door first, peeked inside, and gave a quick nod. “No one’s in there. Go ahead. I’ll wait right here. Call if you need anything.”

“Alright.” Kristopher met her eyes briefly, then stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

A minute later, his voice came through from inside. “I can’t get this necklace off. Can you give me a hand?”

Carrie’s brows drew together. Necklace? He never used to wear one. But she didn’t ask. Whatever he wore now was none of her business.

They were strangers now, after all.

She agreed, “Okay.”

Kristopher, delighted she agreed, slowly eased the dressing room door open.

Carrie lifted her head, her gaze drifting—almost involuntarily—from Kristopher’s chiseled abs up to the sculpted lines of his chest. He leaned in slightly, just enough for the clean scent of sandalwood on his breath to wrap around her like an invisible thread.noveldrama

For a heartbeat, she froze. Then, snapping back to herself, she turned sharply and took a step back, her eyes avoiding his. “What are you doing?”

A flicker of amusement lit up Kristopher’s eyes, though he put on an innocent face. “What? Didn’t the doctor tell me to change clothes?”

Carrie narrowed her eyes. “Then why are you out here half-naked? Didn’t he also say there were clothes waiting inside?” She glanced toward the nearby crack in the wall, where the dressing area was concealed.

Kristopher widened his eyes with mock sincerity. “I told you—I need your help getting this necklace off.”

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Carrie gave an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes. “You could’ve changed first and come out to find me later. This is still a hospital, you know. Standing around undressed in the hallway—aren’t you embarrassed someone might walk by?”

Kristopher nodded, seemingly thoughtful. “You’re right.”

Just as she relaxed, thinking he’d finally go back in, his hand shot out. He caught her wrist and, in one swift motion, tugged her into the dressing room with him, closing the door behind them.

The space was tiny—meant for one at best. Now, with both of them inside, every breath felt amplified.

She found herself nearly flush against him, pressing back subtly to keep some semblance of space.

Saying anything else at this moment seemed inappropriate, so she steadied her breath and awkwardly cleared her throat. “You said you needed help with the necklace. How am I supposed to do that while you’re still holding my hand?”

“Right.” Kristopher didn’t argue. He let her go and bent slightly, lowering his head toward her.

She instinctively tried to step back but bumped into the wall behind her. Trapped.

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