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.

now shaded with a stormy intensity, drew nearer to hers, the proximity conjured

with a sudden movement, she pushed him away,

“Ugh…”

all day, leaving her with

desire in Kristopher’s gaze flickered out, replaced by a cold, detached

genuine distress and the reddening of Sandra’s eyes,

shirt cuffs,

only for me, or is it how you respond to

the room turned frosty, thick

throat, her eyes widening in shock as she stared up

had cut ties with nearly all her male friends, yet here was Kristopher, casually

poured into