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 unwelcome visions of

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

“Ugh…”

been empty all day, leaving

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

and the reddening of Sandra’s eyes, Kristopher

fingers adjusting his shirt cuffs, his voice

only for me, or is it how you respond to

air in the room

her eyes widening

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

poured into