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.

intensity, drew nearer to hers, the proximity

violently, and with a sudden movement, she pushed him away,

“Ugh…”

stomach had been empty all day, leaving her with nothing

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

Sandra’s eyes, Kristopher perceived her reaction for outright

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

this reaction reserved only for me, or

room

swallowed the sharp sting in her throat, her eyes

all her male friends, yet here was Kristopher, casually tossing out

years of love she had poured into their relationship now