My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 569:

Carrie closed her eyes, exhaustion radiating from every inch of her body. She was too tired to argue. Kristopher had always had remarkable stamina, leaving her drained after every intimate moment, and now, recovering from her recent ordeal, she could barely find the strength to stand. Yet her weariness wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, a heavy weight dragging her down. They were speaking different languages again, like two people separated by an unbridgeable gulf.

Kristopher stood and adjusted his clothes, then carefully lifted her in his arms. She felt light as a feather, her frailty tugging at something deep in his chest. As he carried her, he pressed a tender kiss to her eyelids, holding her just a bit tighter, as though afraid she might slip away.

Carrie leaned against his chest, her face resting near his collar, but his warmth did nothing to ease the chill gripping her. Her hands and feet were like ice, as if a coldness had seeped into her very soul.

Kristopher brought her into the master bathroom, setting her gently on the edge of the sink. “Why are you so cold?” he asked, concern in his voice. Without waiting for an answer, he turned on the hot water tap, filling the bathtub.

blue shimmered across the surface, golden flecks dancing in the warm glow. Kristopher knelt to remove her clothes, his movements careful and reverent. When the scar from her gunshot

blank, her gaze distant. The scar on her abdomen was nothing compared to the one on her heart. She had lost not only her child but also the dream of ever being a

brings magic

lightly, “Don’t you think you look like a princess bathing in a hot spring? If I kissed you now, like a prince, would you fall

make her smile, but his attempt at humor fell flat. Carrie sat stiffly in the water, her body tense and unresponsive. Kristopher’s smile faltered. He hadn’t expected her to laugh, but the blankness in her eyes stung more than any words could. A flicker of hurt crossed his

chin on her knees. As he worked, his eyes roamed over her thin frame, noticing every protruding vertebra on her back and the sharp lines of her shoulders. She looked so fragile,

his gaze quickly shifted

mind was a whirlwind of unanswerable questions. What was the point of it all? Every time she thought she had survived the worst, a new storm descended, leaving her

Kristopher finished, he carried her back to the bed and tucked her in. As soon as her body touched the soft mattress, she curled up into a ball, hugging her knees tightly. The warm, weightless down comforter became her fortress, shielding her