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

turned to him, his tone reassuring. “The injury isn’t too severe, Mr. Norris. If you’re worried about medication, we have experts in traditional remedies—natural herbs that are much gentler. That said, this

the medicine,” he said firmly.

eyes, yet her fluttering lashes betrayed the fact that she was still

better?” he asked, though

he predicted,

spoke again. “I’m here. If anything feels wrong tonight, just

considered snapping at him, telling him to stop fussing—but she was far too exhausted. She stayed still, silent,

her for a moment longer, then moved to the sofa at the foot of the bed.

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 like a priceless relic. Wherever he went, it

woke with a 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

her stirring. He set the device aside and stood,