My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 550:

That quiet strength of hers was a paradox.

The more she acted unbothered, the more Kristopher’s heart splintered.

He wished, fervently, that the bullet had found him instead.

A gunshot wound was nothing to him—he’d taken hits before, countless times.

Carrie groaned a little in discomfort when the doctor entered to examine her.

“Mrs. Norris,” the doctor said soothingly. “It’s perfectly normal to feel pain after surgery. It might get worse tonight, but we have medication for that. If it becomes too much, just let me know.”

“What about

to him, his tone reassuring. “The injury isn’t too severe, Mr. Norris. If you’re worried about medication, we have

let him finish. “Give her the medicine,” he said firmly. “Let

she closed her eyes, yet her fluttering lashes betrayed

little better?” he asked, though he knew better than

he predicted, she

anything

she was far too exhausted. She stayed

the foot of the bed. With

quiet again, the only sounds coming from Kristopher’s work—the rhythmic tapping of keys, the scratch of his pen gliding over paper. It was the same black Morwick pen Carrie had given him. Ironically, it was the cheapest pen Kristopher owned, yet he treated it

of the dream lingered in her mind. Her pillow was damp with the tears she’d shed even in her sleep. In the dream, a child’s faint voice had echoed repeatedly, calling out for its mother. She had tried

immediately noticed her stirring. He set the