My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1037:

The feeling was sharp, almost aggressive, as if someone’s gaze was pressing into her back.

She stopped short of stepping into the open elevator and turned abruptly. The corridor was quiet. A nurse was approaching slowly, pushing a medical cart stocked with visible supplies: alcohol, iodine, cotton swabs. Everything seemed routine.

The nurse’s face was hidden beneath a mask and cap, but the gray strands of hair peeking out marked her as middle-aged.

Her head remained lowered, focused on the clipboard in her hands. Occasionally, she glanced up at the room numbers, giving no indication that she had noticed Carrie at all.

But Carrie wasn’t reassured. If anything, her instincts sharpened. Her grip tightened.

The unease she’d felt moments ago hadn’t been imagined.

only way out. If the nurse didn’t enter one of the nearby rooms, she’d have no choice but to take it to

had no intention

next one. But if she entered the final

a quiet rule Carrie lived by: ride the elevator alone or

too much. Her caution wasn’t fear. It was survival. Kristopher’s people were still around, after all. He might have been misled by

a voice called from

the cart-pushing woman. She tapped her sharply on the

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here? You grabbed the wrong medication. Come with me.

toward Carrie, just enough to make it unclear whether she was

“Just a nutritional supplement. But you can’t be careless like this.” Without waiting for a