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.”

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

tried it.

Kristopher challenged, holding

in one swift

against his chest

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uninjured arm slid around her waist, keeping

worked. Carrie stopped resisting, her hands softening against him. Slowly,

His hand hovered over the doorknob when he caught sight of the scene through the

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. When they finally arrived back at Bayview Villa, it was almost midnight, and the place was eerily