My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 794:

“How greedy can you be?” Kristopher demanded, his voice sharp.

“I gave you so much in the divorce, and now you’re part of the Morrison family. Isn’t that enough for you?”

He didn’t finish his thought—Why do you treat yourself like a commodity?—before he saw Carrie’s eyes redden.

“Greedy?”

Her lashes fluttered as she fought back the sting of tears, her voice trembling but filled with bitterness.

“I get that you have amnesia and don’t remember the past. But before you judge me, don’t you think you should understand what actually happened?” Her breath hitched, and she struggled to keep her voice even.

“What did I get? I lost my child. I lost my family…”

Her voice broke, and the tears came before she could stop them—falling like shattered pearls, one after another.

Realizing she had said too much, she abruptly turned her head, trying to hide her vulnerability from him.

But Kristopher wouldn’t let her. His fingers reached out, tilting her chin up, forcing her to look at him.

His brows furrowed.

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“What child? What family?”

Carrie’s eyes flickered with pain—then quickly turned cold. Wiping away her tears, she scoffed and turned her gaze to the potted plant by the wall.

“Mr. Norris, you’re standing here being this intimate with me. Aren’t you afraid your fiancée will get jealous?”

Kristopher watched her lips move, his patience snapping like a thread stretched too thin.

All he wanted was to shut her up.

And before he could think, he kissed her.

His lips crashed against hers, capturing her in a moment so sudden she froze completely.

The kiss was rushed, desperate, consuming. But he didn’t stop. His lips pried hers apart, seeking more, demanding more.

Carrie’s entire body tensed in shock, her mind struggling to catch up.noveldrama

Then, she snapped back to consciousness. She shoved at his chest, twisting against him, trying to break free.

But Kristopher didn’t let go.

Instead, he wrapped his other arm tightly around her waist, pulling her flush against him, deepening the kiss. His tongue swept inside, claiming her, dominating her.

His hand slid down, spanning the curve of her waist.

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