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.

as he continued

he finally finished, he used the towel to

the basin

He leaned back against the toilet seat, pulling out a cigarette and lighting

frustrated at himself. He never imagined himself in such

and he cursed under his breath. His body’s reaction was disgraceful, a stark betrayal of his attempt to maintain composure. Her presence, the feel of her skin against his hands, the subtle sway of her figure—it had all ignited something raw and primal

jaw, exhaling sharply. For the first time, he fully understood what

something he could suppress. It was pure, unfiltered want—animalistic

took the opportunity to

bag Oliver had prepared contained everything she needed, down to the

eyes darting nervously toward the closed bathroom door, half expecting Kristopher

dressed, she glanced at the bathroom, her brow furrowed in thought. After a moment’s hesitation,

of footsteps echoing softly. As she closed the door behind her, she froze, spotting Oliver

at the noise, his expression one of mild surprise. “Mrs. Norris? Why are you out

her expression into one of detached indifference. “Which way is