My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 773:

The realization sent a jolt through him.

He had always been indifferent to the women who threw themselves at him—immune to their charms, unfazed by their beauty. Yet now, standing before Carrie, he felt his control unravel.

A darker thought slid into his mind before he could stop it. He imagined pinning her beneath him, feeling the warmth of her skin, tasting the defiance on her lips. Heat surged through his body. A physical reaction. Damn it.

His pulse thundered in his ears, his legs moving of their own accord.noveldrama

Carrie tensed as Kristopher stepped closer. Her hand, submerged in the steaming water, clenched instinctively. She shifted, bracing herself against the pool’s edge, then hastily pulled herself onto the shore, grabbing her bathrobe in the process.

He was close now—too close.

Only inches apart.

The faint scent of rose petals from the hot spring clung to her, teasing his senses, sending warmth spiraling through his veins.

Carrie’s instincts screamed at her to put distance between them. She retreated, her bare feet skimming against the smooth tile until her back hit the wall.

There was nowhere left to go. She rose onto her tiptoes, pressing herself against the cool stone, trapped by his presence. Her throat tightened.

The words “Kristopher, what do you want?” nearly escaped her lips—but at the last moment, he stopped.

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The heavy silence between them shattered when he spoke—his voice calm, detached, as if nothing had happened.

“What are you doing here? Where’s Aliza?”

His tone was infuriatingly neutral.

As if the storm that had just passed between them had been nothing but an illusion.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking why you barged into my room uninvited?” Her voice was sharp, her composure slipping back into place.

“And why you’re looking for someone else in my space?”

Kristopher’s expression shifted.

The cloud of desire and confusion faded, and logic reasserted itself.

He reached into his pocket, about to check his phone, when—

“Kristopher?”

A soft, almost nervous voice interrupted from behind. Kristopher turned to see Aliza rushing in. She immediately came to his side.

“Kristopher, what are you doing here?”

Though her words were directed at Kristopher, her eyes never left Carrie, a hint of suspicion flickering in them.

Kristopher’s gaze finally landed on the room number—1106. His brows furrowed. Aliza had told him room 1016.

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