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 to hers, the

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

“Ugh…”

empty all day, leaving her

replaced by a cold, detached expression as he withdrew

distress and the reddening of Sandra’s eyes, Kristopher perceived her reaction for outright disgust

his shirt cuffs, his voice cold

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

in the room turned frosty, thick with

her throat, her eyes widening in shock as she stared up at

ties with nearly all her male friends, yet

love she had poured into their relationship now seemed