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 finally finished, he used the towel

word, he picked up the basin and

the sound of running water fill the bathroom. He leaned back against the toilet seat, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with practiced ease.

the tiled floor, frustrated at himself. He never imagined

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

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

it something he could suppress. It

Carrie took the opportunity to

she needed, down to the

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

in thought. After a moment’s hesitation, she tiptoed to the door, carefully opened it,

save for the faint sound of footsteps echoing softly. As

his expression one of mild surprise. “Mrs. Norris? Why are

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