My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 471:

Descending the stairs later, Carrie encountered the housekeeper presenting a dish of crab roe noodles. “Mrs. Norris, it’s been tough to find good crab roe recently. I had to open several to get enough for a small bowl. I’ve also made some crab meat rolls with avocado and a mango sauce as a starter.”

The mention of crab immediately cheered Carrie, who was fond of the delicacy. She hastened to the dining table, pulling out a chair with enthusiasm. Yet, as the dish was set before her and she reached for her fork, a sudden gag reflex overtook her.

Quickly turning aside, she grabbed a trash bin and retched, expelling only gastric juices.

The housekeeper swiftly fetched a glass of warm water for Carrie to rinse her mouth and offered her a tissue. Carrie gestured dismissively, saying, “You enjoy the noodles. Just whip up some plain noodles for me with a bit of chili.”

With a concerned tone, the housekeeper inquired, “Mrs. Norris, are you feeling alright? Do you want me to call Dr. Molina?”

be necessary. My stomach’s just been

a pause, the housekeeper cautiously offered another suggestion. “Mrs. Norris, maybe it’s worth checking with a

to her lips, and echoed in disbelief, “A

a quiet evening. She sank into the plush sofa, her plans to watch a classic

soft cushions, she drifted off, her breathing

She was curled up in cozy loungewear, the kind that made her look effortlessly charming. The room was warm, the air conditioning off, and a fine sheen of sweat glimmered on her forehead. The soft light from the lamp kissed her skin, making the tiny golden hairs on

moment, and then, almost without thinking, he reached out to touch her bare calf. Her skin was cool to the touch, kissed by the faint breeze from the slightly open window—a refreshing contrast to the summer heat. Unable to resist, he let

Kristopher shrugged off his suit jacket and laid it neatly over a chair. He bent down to lift her, his movements deliberate and careful so as not to wake her. Just as he slid an arm under hers, Carrie’s

haze of her dreams, she blinked sleepily. “You’re back?” she murmured, her voice soft and

lips. Letting her arm fall back gently, he teased, “What were you dreaming about?

darting to the armrest. Then, on instinct, she wiped her mouth with the