My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 7 Kristopher slipped his hand beneath the folds of Sandra’s bathrobe, his touch tracing the curve of her 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.

His breathing grew heavy, yet he remained composed, slowly removing his tailored suit.

The fabric of his suit brushed lightly against Sandra’s cheek, releasing a mix of scents: a familiar woody aroma intertwined with an unexpected zesty twist of lemon.

It was unmistakably Jo Malone’s Blue Agava and Cacao-Elijah’s signature scent.

A surge of nausea overwhelmed Sandra at the realization.

a stormy intensity, drew nearer

and with a sudden movement, she pushed him away, propping herself up

“Ugh…”

stomach had been empty all day, leaving her with

flickered out, replaced by a cold, detached expression as he

eyes, Kristopher perceived her reaction

fingers adjusting his shirt cuffs, his voice cold as he confronted

is this reaction reserved only for me, or is it how you respond to

room

the sharp sting in her throat, her eyes widening in shock as she stared

since their marriage, she had cut ties with nearly all her male friends, yet here was Kristopher, casually tossing out comments sharp

had poured into their relationship now