A Second Chance with the CEO After Divorce

Chapter 292:

Kristopher watched her go, his brows knitted into a tight frown.

He reached for his phone, intending to check the time, only to find the screen shattered, likely from the accident. He couldn’t even unlock the device.

Kristopher gingerly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After a simple wash, he went downstairs to look for Belinda. “Let me use your phone.”

She was at the kitchen counter, kneading dough for her handmade noodles. Flour covered her hands and the upper half of her apron.

Belinda turned around and lifted her apron to reveal one of her waist pockets.

Kristopher glanced at the phone peeking from under it, then his gaze flitted over to her flat belly. It lingered there.

take it yourself,” she prompted when he

to his senses. He cleared his throat and

phone out, the back of his hand accidentally

dress was thin and airy, and although the contact was brief, the heat

at once, scenes from that one fateful night

air in the kitchen

as her gaze instinctively met Kristopher’s. Their eyes locked, a

down. Without a word, he gently lifted her and placed her on the kitchen counter. The cool surface beneath her made Belinda shiver involuntarily. Kristopher positioned himself between her legs, his large hand tracing the outline of her lips as he leaned in, as if to

books at

faces neared, the sound of the front door swinging open shattered the stillness. The moment was broken, pulling them both back to reality. Before

were married, mornings often found her in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Marc, coming to

smell of milk wafted through the kitchen, Marc couldn’t help but ask, “Mrs. Cox, you’re