My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 8:

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Kristopher’s dismissive reaction left Carrie reeling, her emotions dismissed as trifles, a tight knot of suffocation rising in her chest.

“I said to put me down this instant!” Carrie exclaimed, jerking her head to the side, her voice laced with a sharp edge of impatience.

Kristopher remained mute, effortlessly carrying her toward the bed before suddenly releasing his hold.

Carrie felt a jolt as the support vanished, her heart skipping a beat as she instinctively reached out for him.

Their bodies collided on the bed, her bathrobe teetering on the brink of decency, threatening to unravel with any minor shift.

Propped on one elbow, Kristopher gazed down at her, his lips curled into a sly, teasing grin. “You wanted to be let go, didn’t you? So why cling to me now?”

His eyes, deep and sparkling like a midnight lake speckled with stars, captivated her.noveldrama

In those celestial depths, Carrie caught a glimpse of her own reflection.

At times like this, she was misled into believing he harbored a deep affection.

Sadly, his heart was a fortress reserved for Lise, and all Carrie had left were empty fantasies.

“Boring!” she exclaimed, her voice devoid of any enthusiasm as she attempted to rise, her hand inadvertently brushing against something unexpected.

The following moment brought a noticeable shift as his arousal pressed against her stomach.

“Don’t move, or I can’t promise what might happen next,” he warned in a deep, gravelly voice.

With a frown, Carrie internally cursed upon hearing his statement.

It was an undeniable fact.

Primal instincts steered the actions of men.

The absence of affection didn’t quell their basic desires.

Yet, she dared not agitate Kristopher.

Angling her face away, her body remained rigid, frozen in place.

Carrie, feeling irked, shot back, “Didn’t you say there’s nothing here to see? What’s with the reaction now, Mr. Norris? Are you really that easy to impress?”

No sooner had her words flown than she grasped the potential repercussions of her sharp tongue.

A wave of regret surged through Carrie, but instead of anger, Kristopher responded with a chuckle.

“You are my wife, after all. Since that’s something I can’t alter, I might as well embrace it.

Besides, it’s been years since we became husband and wife—it would be a shame to neglect you completely.”

Kristopher slipped his hand beneath the folds of her bathrobe, his touch tracing the curve of Carrie’s skin, as smooth and delicate as silk.

He encircled her slender waist, drawing her closer with a gentle yet firm grip.

Her face, a captivating canvas of defiance and visible irritation, ignited in him an uncontrollable urge to claim victory over her resistance.

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