My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 545:

After a moment’s hesitation, he approached, slid his arm around Camille in a comforting embrace, and suggested, “Let’s go home, darling. We should let Carrie have her rest.”

As Camille looked at Carrie’s pale complexion, she bit back the harsh words meant for Kristopher and silently followed Albin out.

Just as Kristopher was about to take a seat, Carrie, her eyes still shut, subtly turned her head away, murmuring, “You should go, too. I need to be alone.”

Ignoring her request, Kristopher sat down beside the bed and extended his hand to hold hers.

Carrie attempted to pull her hand away. Kristopher, however, tightened his hold.

him with a stern gaze. “Must you persist? Will you only stop

let go of her hand, his voice softening as he said, “I’ll keep my distance. I just want to sit with

once more, Carrie faced the other direction and fell

got up and moved to the sofa at the foot of the bed. He instinctively took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, only to

Carrie, who looked like a wounded animal. Perhaps because of the pain, her body trembled slightly from time to time. Seeing her like this broke his heart. He wanted to bear all her burdens for her. Yet, he couldn’t even hold her now. The short distance between them

called in the nurse and caretaker to stay in the room and stationed a bodyguard outside. He took one last deep look at the frail figure on the bed, leaving behind a simple instruction, “Take good care of Mrs. Norris,” before swiftly exiting the

table and lit it. A bodyguard escorted a man dressed in heavy disguise into the room, the man wearing an oversized coat. The man removed his hat, sunglasses, and mask, revealing a foreign face. If any of the doctors who had operated on Carrie were present, they would have recognized him as the surgeon who had just

smoke, asking leisurely, “Is

for a moment before cautiously replying,

the bullet had pierced her uterus, and it might be

as he spoke