My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

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.

She watched quietly as he continued washing her feet.

When he finally finished, he used the towel to carefully dry her feet.

Without a word, he picked up the basin and disappeared into the bathroom.

Kristopher turned on the faucet, letting the sound of running water fill the bathroom. He leaned back against the toilet seat, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with practiced ease. The smoke curled upward, but it did little to settle the storm within him.

He stared at the tiled floor, frustrated at himself. He never imagined himself in such a situation.

His 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 his hands, the subtle sway of her figure—it had all ignited something raw and primal inside him.

Kristopher clenched his jaw, exhaling sharply. For the first time, he fully understood what people meant by instinctual desire.

It wasn’t logical, nor was it something he could suppress. It was pure, unfiltered want—animalistic in its intensity.

Meanwhile, Carrie took the opportunity to change.

The bag Oliver had prepared contained everything she needed, down to the smallest details, including undergarments.

She hurriedly slipped into the fresh clothes, her eyes darting nervously toward the closed bathroom door, half expecting Kristopher to walk out at any moment.noveldrama

Once dressed, she glanced at the bathroom, her brow furrowed in thought. After a moment’s hesitation, she tiptoed to the door, carefully opened it, and slipped out.

The corridor was quiet, save for the faint sound of footsteps echoing softly. As she closed the door behind her, she froze, spotting Oliver standing not far away.

He turned at the noise, his expression one of mild surprise. “Mrs. Norris? Why are you out here?”

Carrie quickly composed herself, smoothing her expression into one of detached indifference. “Which way is the banquet hall?” she asked coolly, ignoring his question entirely.

Oliver, slightly taken aback by her tone, pointed down the corridor. “Straight ahead, then turn left.”

“Thank you.” Without another word, Carrie strode off.

Inside the room, the sound of the faucet ceased. Kristopher put out his cigarette, straightened his tie, and stepped out of the bathroom.

He opened the bathroom door and saw that the room was empty. Carrie was long gone. He instinctively opened the door and stepped into the corridor, where Oliver still stood near the entrance.

He didn’t need Oliver to tell him Carrie had bailed on him.

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