My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 666:

Her entire body stiffened at his touch, a shiver running up her spine.

She instinctively tried to pull her foot back. “I’ll do it myself,” she muttered, her voice tinged with unease.

The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming.

Carrie bit her lip, feeling trapped in an unexpected wave of vulnerability. She had heard of men who treated women to casual flings or shallow gestures, but this—washing her feet—was different.

It was personal. Intimate.

And yet, their relationship wasn’t one that could bear such affection.

But Kristopher’s grip was firm, steady. He didn’t let her retreat.

quietly as he continued

he used the

up the basin and disappeared

He leaned back against the toilet seat, pulling out a

stared at the tiled floor, frustrated at himself.

was disgraceful, a stark betrayal of his attempt to maintain composure.

the first time, he fully understood what people meant by

wasn’t logical, nor was it something he could suppress. It

Carrie took the

had prepared contained everything she needed,

the fresh clothes, her eyes darting nervously toward the closed bathroom door, half expecting Kristopher to

bathroom, her brow furrowed in thought. After a moment’s hesitation,

for the faint sound of footsteps echoing softly. As she closed the door

turned at the noise, his expression one of mild surprise. “Mrs.

quickly composed herself, smoothing her expression into one of detached indifference. “Which way is the banquet hall?” she asked coolly, ignoring his question