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.

a muscular man lay shirtless and writhing in agony on the ground. When the club’s doctor arrived, the man had already stopped moving entirely. After

man next to him,

Tonight’s crowd,

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

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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

takedown, where he had slammed the muscular man’s head repeatedly. During the scuffle, the man’s eye socket had ruptured, splashing

the rush of adrenaline had masked any pain Daxton might have felt. An impulsive thought hit him. Eyeing a pair of scissors on the table, he deliberately deepened the cut, allowing the blood to run.

the verge of stepping out. “Take me to