My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 493:

Feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, Carrie experienced a conflicting surge of pleasure while gasping for air. Kristopher made love to her twice, pausing only when he remembered her earlier complaint of an upset stomach. Afterward, he cleaned her up and made sure she was comfortably tucked into bed.

Carrie watched him from under the covers, her eyes peeking out, tracking his every move. He caught her watching and softly suggested, “Try to get some rest. I need to join a video call.”

Her hand emerged from the blanket, clutching at him, pleading, “Stay with me.”

Turning off his camera, he grabbed his laptop and settled next to her on the bed. She curled up beside him, idly playing with the drawstring of his pajamas.

At the underground fight club, a man wearing a sinister mask and a white shirt splattered with vivid blood stood ominously in one corner of the stage, his presence as haunting as a scene from a horror film. Even those who knew him well could not reconcile this merciless fighter with the usually mild-mannered Daxton.

doctor arrived, the man had already stopped moving entirely. After examining him, the doctor stood, shaking his head solemnly.

a second glance at the dead man, Daxton instructed the man next to him, “Send three hundred thousand to his

particularly when vast sums of money were at stake. Tonight’s crowd, however, consisted of mere tourists looking for

than a spectacle. The onlookers held their breaths, afraid that Daxton

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competitor and deftly leaped from the stage, making his way to the backstage area. Once in the dressing room, he removed his mask and swapped his clothes. His assistant noticed a cut on his arm and promptly said, “Mr. Garcia, you should have

he had slammed the muscular man’s head repeatedly. During the scuffle, the man’s eye socket had ruptured, splashing fluid onto Daxton.

impulsive thought hit him. Eyeing a pair of scissors on the table, he deliberately deepened the cut, allowing the blood to run. A slight smile played on his lips.

called to his assistant, who was on the verge of stepping