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.”

quickly, “What

have experts in traditional remedies—natural herbs that are much gentler.

medicine,” he said firmly. “Let her sleep

eyes, yet her fluttering lashes betrayed

asked, though he knew better than to

he predicted, she said

If anything feels wrong tonight, just let me

far too exhausted. She stayed still, silent, pretending she hadn’t heard

moved to the sofa at the foot of the

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

start, her chest heaving as remnants 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 desperately to see the child’s face, but as she reached out, she was

nearby with his laptop, immediately noticed her stirring. He set the device aside and stood, his eyes soft