My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 447:

Just as she grasped it, Kristopher gently took it from her, setting it beside him. His touch was soft, almost reverent, as he carefully smoothed out the creased corner, treating it like something precious. The streetlights outside bathed the car in their soft glow, highlighting the sharp angles of his face, every feature striking and defined.

Whenever Carrie wrote about a male protagonist with sharp brows and bright eyes, this face always appeared in her mind. Every detail seemed to align perfectly with what she found appealing, as though he was the embodiment of her ideal. His looks alone could make anyone swoon, but it was his skill and abilities that truly set him apart from the rest.

Kristopher playfully pinched her cheek, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips. “What’s got you staring?”

Before she could answer, Kristopher’s hand shifted to her chin, tilting her head up as his lips met hers. Their kiss lingered for a heartbeat before he pulled back, his gaze still locked on hers. The air inside the car grew warmer, and Carrie’s cheeks flushed, a mix of innocence and subtle allure. He let go of her, straightened his jacket, and leaned back in his seat, crossing his legs to fight the growing desire within him.

He had always been indifferent to matters of romance, even avoiding simple pleasures. His rational mind had always kept his instincts in check. But with her, reason slipped away. All he could think about was having her, hearing her voice break as she begged him.

the subject, saying, “I had Oliver reach out to Katrina, but there’s still no reply. Writing often overlaps in inspiration. If

he believed in her

your character wouldn’t resort to something like that.” The trust

rang. He glanced at Albin’s name, hesitated for a moment, and then answered. His voice turned icy. “You have one

aback, quickly blurted, “Kristopher, forget about Katrina. I found something

hardened. “If you keep dragging

Oliver slammed on the brakes, causing Kristopher to lose his grip on his phone. Ignoring the phone, Kristopher swiftly reached out to steady Carrie, who almost collided with the front seat from the sudden stop. The car came to a halt, and a familiar, mischievous voice

toward the backseat. “Boss, he ran out from the side alley so suddenly, I barely had time to hit the brakes,” Oliver said, his

my leg! You think you can just drive off like nothing happened?” he accused,