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

finished, he used the

word, he picked up the basin and

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

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

gaze drifted downward to the source 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

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

nor was it something he could

the opportunity to

contained everything she needed, down to

her eyes darting nervously toward the

furrowed in thought. After a

footsteps echoing softly. As she closed the door behind her, she froze, spotting Oliver standing not far

of

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