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.

he continued

used the towel

the

running water fill the bathroom. He leaned back against the toilet seat, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with practiced ease. The smoke curled upward, but it did little to settle the storm within

the tiled floor, frustrated at himself. He never imagined himself in such a

of his predicament, 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

jaw, exhaling sharply. For the first time, he fully understood what people meant by instinctual

nor was it something he could suppress. It was pure, unfiltered want—animalistic in its

Carrie took the

she needed, down to the smallest details,

her eyes darting nervously toward the closed bathroom door, half expecting Kristopher to walk out

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

quiet, save for the faint sound of footsteps echoing softly. As she closed the door behind her, she froze,

his expression one of mild surprise.

one of detached indifference. “Which way is the banquet hall?” she