My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 874:

But then, a hand slid up her waist. Cool. Strong. It cupped her chest, fingers grazing, teasing—not hurried, not aggressive, almost… comforting.

Instead of panic, an odd sense of calm washed over her. Why was she allowing this? Was this a dream?

Or was she simply… too exhausted to care?

Lately, she had been stretched thin, overwhelmed by expectations, pressure, and loneliness. Maybe this was what she needed—an escape, a moment of reckless abandon.

“It’s not a big deal,” she reasoned hazily. “We’re both adults. A casual encounter is nothing shocking anymore.”

With that thought, her hand moved, tracing the contours of his back.

Taut muscles. Firm. Steady.

about his touch, the way he smelled—the

was thinking of

her touch, the man’s movements deepened, fingers pressing more insistently.

breathy

hitched, suddenly heavier. Then—as if something inside him

her skin as fabric shifted. A firm palm pressed against her

own voice, soft and

F𝖎rst 𝒂pp𝓮ared 𝒊n gⲁ𝅘𝓁𝗇𝑜ν𝖊𝗅⩼𝒸𝗈𝗺

with the remnants of a headache lingering. An

in the darkness of the room. Though he couldn’t see her face clearly, his body reacted as if Carrie were beside him—an instinctual feeling he had only ever experienced with

soft laugh escaped his lips. He had to be under some spell. Surely, it couldn’t actually be Carrie beside him. Before falling asleep, he had texted Aliza, confirming his location at the hotel. It had to be her next to him, not

real—it just needed the right moment to

the skirt off the person next to him, planting soft kisses along her stomach, which gradually turned into more intimate touches. Feeling the slight quiver of her body, he took it as a sign of