My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 437:

The sound of the door locking made Kristopher smile, finding amusement in her little precaution. Honestly, if she hadn’t locked the door, he might have found it hard to resist following her inside.

He sat up straight, pulled out his phone, and began to focus on some work to take his mind off things. The tension that had built up earlier quickly faded away.

He had always believed that the mind should be in charge, not the body. In his view, men who let their impulses and physical desires take control were weak.

Once she finished her shower, Carrie dried her hair and pulled out a package she had hidden in the closet.

It was a lingerie set she had picked up during a shopping trip with Camille. At the time, it had been neatly packaged, leaving no chance to preview the design. She’d only caught a glimpse of some lace and cotton and thought it seemed cute.

unfolded it, she froze in surprise. The so-called “cotton” part turned out to be nothing more than a headband, while the rest was an elaborate display of

lace cascading below that hardly covered anything at all.

made her cheeks burn with embarrassment. After a moment of debating with herself, she slipped on a bathrobe to cover

wrapped tightly in the robe. His brows lifted as he feigned irritation. “So, where’s the big surprise

so he wasn’t too disappointed. Setting his phone down, he approached her with a slow, deliberate stride, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. “Guess that makes you a little liar,

steps. Without hesitation, he reached for the belt of her robe and gently tugged it loose, letting the fabric slide off

rekindle the spark of desire he had only just managed to temper. For the first time, he fully grasped why such

the delicate, barely-there lingerie enhanced her beauty in a way that left him utterly captivated. The delicate design highlighted her full chest, slim

hadn’t realized how something so minimal could ignite such a powerful reaction. The contrast between her

around the ribbon at her waist, letting it glide against her