My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 826

Chapter 826:

She waved her hand before his unfocused gaze. “Hello? Earth to Kristopher! Has the heat addled your brain completely? Hold on, I’m calling an ambulance.”

As she reached for her phone, Kristopher’s fingers wrapped around her wrist. His voice emerged strained and hoarse. “Don’t. I just need to sit for a moment.”

The nearby benches beckoned, barely a hundred meters away. Their slow progress stretched seconds into minutes, neither breaking the heavy silence between them.

While Carrie yearned to escape the suffocating atmosphere, Kristopher found himself deliberately dragging his feet, harboring an inexplicable desire to prolong their contact.

Forever, if possible.

him back to his senses. When had

to Aliza, yet fantasizing about an endless walk with

clarity. If he’d truly loved her, how could he

to laugh at himself. What was he thinking? That he still

soon as he reached the bench, he wasted no time pulling his arm from Carrie’s grasp.

eyes widened, stunned. Was

she got this? Talk about a slap in the face. Unbelievable. If she had just walked away earlier, none of this would have happened. What did it matter if he fainted on the

“Have some self-respect,” he had declared with inexplicable haughtiness,

your duplicity knows no bounds,” she observed. “You present yourself as virtuous, yet your actions tell quite a different tale. Where was all this talk of ‘self-respect’ during your rather memorable performance at the Morrison Manor’s party?” Her voice dripped with mockery as

bloomed as she watched Kristopher stand there, rendered speechless by

Carrie pivoted to leave. In that fluid motion, her gaze caught on something—water bottles gleaming behind the

steps faltered as her attention darted between the bottle and the merciless sun blazing beyond the doorway, its heat practically radiating through the