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.

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

pushed him away, propping herself up with

“Ugh…”

all day, leaving her with nothing to

flickered out, replaced by a cold,

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

paused, fingers adjusting his shirt cuffs, his voice cold

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

air in the room

throat, her eyes widening

nearly all her male friends,

years of love she had poured into their relationship now seemed