My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1120

Carrie’s eyes flickered, catching sight of a sleek ambulance parked beyond the cluster of police cars. Its open door revealed a mobile sanctuary, outfitted with cutting-edge medical gear that rivaled any hospital’s emergency ward.

Kristopher trailed close behind, his steps quickening to match their pace. Noticing the female doctors waiting inside the ambulance, Reece gently eased Carrie into their care, his hands lingering a moment before stepping back. He did not climb aboard.

Kristopher exhaled, his shoulders relaxing as he slowed his approach.

Reece shut the ambulance door with a soft thud, the tension draining from his frame. Fatigue settled in, heavy and unyielding. He leaned against the vehicle’s cool metal side, fishing a cigarette box from his pocket with a faint tremble in his fingers.

A hand appeared—strong, knuckles prominent—offering a lighter. The flame sparked to life, and Reece cupped it instinctively, shielding the flicker as he brought the cigarette to his lips.

He inhaled deeply, the ember glowing red, and released a slow plume of smoke into the night air.

Kristopher, his voice low

his own cigarette, the flame casting shadows across his angular face. After a moment, he spoke, his tone casual yet deliberate. “Ran into a garbage truck on my way here.

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studying Kristopher’s face. “Your memory,” he said quietly,

unreadable eyes, searching for

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a delicate ring of smoke that curled around his chiseled features, softening the sharp edges of his jaw. Reece observed him quietly, his arms crossed. He had to concede that Kristopher and Carrie were a striking pair, their appearances almost too perfectly matched.

sorrow crossed Kristopher’s face, brief as a passing shadow. He lowered his eyes, his long lashes veiling the

a soft breath, almost a

void, sent a shiver down his spine. He reflected on his own fortune, born into