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.

yourself,” she prompted when he froze in

to his senses. He cleared his throat and walked over

was shallow, and as he pulled the phone out, the back of his hand accidentally brushed against her

was thin and airy, and although the contact was brief, the heat of their bodies seemed to have

once, scenes from that one fateful night they had

the kitchen grew heavy, charged

heavy and suffocating. Belinda furrowed her brows as her gaze instinctively met Kristopher’s. Their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. For two years, they had shared a closeness that was now palpable in this simple

surface beneath her made Belinda shiver involuntarily. Kristopher positioned himself between her legs, his large hand tracing the outline of her lips as

books

open shattered the stillness. The moment was broken, pulling them both back

were married, mornings often found her in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Marc, coming to deliver documents or discuss business, would frequently find her there, starting the

kitchen, Marc couldn’t help but ask, “Mrs. Cox, you’re up early