My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 362:

“I refuse to be that person again.” She paused, carefully considering her next words. “If you can’t accept that—”

Before she could finish, Kristopher raised his uninjured hand in surrender, cutting her off with a tired smile. “Alright, alright,” he muttered. “I say one thing, and you respond with ten. Why are you so fiery now?”

Leaning back, he lifted his bandaged arm and gave her a pitiful look. “I’m injured. I saved your life. Can’t you be a little more considerate of your poor, bedridden husband?” His lips were cracked and dry, and his voice was hoarse.

Carrie rolled her eyes but relented, glancing at his lips, cracked and dry. “Drink some water,” she said, nudging the cup closer. “Your lips are about to crack.”

Kristopher didn’t move, tilting his head back dramatically. “I have no strength.”

and picked up the cup, holding it to his lips. He took a small

Carrie frowned. “I just tried it. It’s

it yourself,” Kristopher challenged, holding the

cup neared her lips, Kristopher moved it aside and, in one swift motion, pulled her in by the back of her head. His lips claimed hers in a kiss—firm, insistent,

against his lips, her hands pressing against his chest in

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His uninjured arm slid around her waist, keeping her close as he whispered hoarsely, “Don’t move. My arm

resisting, her hands softening against him. Slowly, her fingers slipped behind his back, pulling

the kiss deepening as the sterile walls of the hospital room seemed to blur around them. Outside the door, Oliver paused mid-step. His hand hovered over the doorknob when he caught sight of the scene through the glass panel. His brow furrowed, but a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

you should stay another night, just to be on the safe side?” Kristopher gave her a casual look, a playful glint in his eye. “Are you suggesting that we… might have some fun?” He let his words trail off deliberately, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of his mouth. Carrie immediately grasped his implication about something more intimate happening in the hospital room. Meanwhile, Oliver, focused on packing, completely missed the underlying meaning of Kristopher’s words and bluntly asked, “So, what do you plan to do, Mrs. Norris?” Kristopher’s smile widened, and he echoed Oliver’s words with a teasing twist. “Exactly. Mrs. Norris, what will you do?” Carrie shot him an irritated look, clearly annoyed. It was only then that Oliver noticed their expressions seemed off, realizing too late that he had misspoken. He immediately fell silent and moved aside, eager to avoid making the situation more uncomfortable.