My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 438:

Their passion carried them deep into the night, the intensity between them only growing. It wasn’t until Carrie’s soft, tearful pleas broke through — her voice hoarse, her eyes glistening with unshed tears — that he finally relented.

Kristopher moved to his side, and Carrie tugged the blanket over herself, hiding her face in the pillow. Within moments, her breathing softened, and she drifted into a deep, much-needed sleep.

Kristopher glanced over and caught sight of her long legs peeking out from beneath the blanket, marked with faint red traces of his passion. A smug satisfaction filled him, as though admiring a masterpiece he had created.

Gently, he pulled the blanket up to cover her entirely.

As the sky began to brighten, he leaned back against the headboard, lit a cigarette, and picked up his phone. Earlier that night, Albin had texted him, suggesting they meet up for drinks.

by Carrie.

life felt fuller and more meaningful. His eyes fell on Carrie, sound asleep beside him, cocooned in the blanket

out to tweak

the tickling sensation, but she stayed asleep. Instead of waking, she shifted her head away from his touch, tucking her face deeper into the pillow,

crushed the

he closed his eyes, letting

of the room told her it was still early. Just as she was about to drift back to sleep, she checked the time

on Kristopher, who was absorbed in his laptop on the couch. It was then that she noticed the heavy blackout curtains drawn across the

asked, his eyes lifting as he noticed her stir. He grabbed the remote to let the sunlight

room in a warm glow. It made Kristopher look like someone out of a fairy

still bearing the marks from the night before.