My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 357:

Mr. Norris’s mood had fluctuated dramatically in such a brief span, all seemingly influenced by Mrs. Norris without his conscious awareness.

About twenty minutes later, the car entered the underground parking lot of the shopping district. It was still too early for dinner, so there were plenty of empty parking spaces. Carrie was the first to open the door, but before she could even straighten up, she noticed a figure darting toward her from the edge of her vision. The man’s voice rang out with venom. “You disgusting woman, you deserve to die!”

As he drew closer, Carrie recognized him—Nate. He no longer resembled the polished gentleman he used to be. His clothes were ragged, his face drawn and tired, and he seemed more like a disheveled, middle-aged man with nowhere to go. He pulled out a long, sharp knife, its blade glinting coldly in the dim light.

Before Oliver could even move, Kristopher was already on his feet, swiftly spinning around to place himself between Carrie and the threat, shielding her. The knife slashed across Kristopher’s arm, ripping through his suit sleeve. Blood gushed out, soaking the fabric in bright red.

“You both deserve to die,” Nate growled, his face contorting with rage as he swung the knife again. Kristopher wasn’t about to let him have another chance. With one sharp movement, he kicked Nate to the ground. Nate landed a meter away, the knife slipping from his grip. He scrambled, desperately trying to reach for it.

focused, kicked the knife farther away, then dropped to

pulling off Kristopher’s jacket. The sight that met her eyes froze her—his wound was deep, nearly exposing the bone. Her mind went blank for a second, but she forced herself to stay

were stained with Kristopher’s blood, the warm, sticky feeling sending a wave of dread through

the tie tighter, praying it would slow the bleeding, at least for now. Fear gripped her heart as she imagined something happening to Kristopher. Horrible images

hard to tell if she was trying to calm him

wound. Really, it’s nothing,” Kristopher said, offering her a

slightly calmer. Realizing the hospital would take too long, she decided to call their family doctor instead. When everything was in order,

was caked in dirt, his eyes bloodshot with dark, sunken sockets,

Carrie stepped closer, he tried to shift his face, lifting his eyelids to meet her gaze. “You wretch,” he spat