My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 120

Chapter 120:

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“People tend to argue even when they’re wrong, so naturally, they argue even more passionately when they believe they’re right,” Carrie responded with a casual air, her voice softening slightly.

She had little appetite for quarrels, and this unexpected outpouring of emotions left her feeling especially worn out.

“That tissue isn’t clean,” Kristopher noted, deftly removing the tissue from her grasp and discarding it into the bin. He then stretched over her to retrieve the first aid kit perched on the cabinet behind her.

Dropping to his knees in front of her, he carefully cradled her foot in his hands. Carrie’s foot recoiled instinctively, a jolt of surprise coursing through her. She regarded her feet as profoundly private, and the sensation of someone else’s touch on them was disconcerting.

“Stay still,” Kristopher instructed firmly, securing her foot gently but with resolve. He extracted the burn ointment and started to apply it with focused attention.

This encounter marked the first time he had ever touched her foot, noting its softness and the flawless texture of her skin, entirely devoid of calluses. Her foot appeared petite and graceful in his hands, its nails neatly manicured and surprisingly delicate.

He had never before tended to someone in such a manner, so he proceeded with cautious deliberation, his fingertips tenderly spreading the ointment across her skin, ensuring each touch was soothing and precise. The cool touch on her foot was a stark contrast to the searing pain she had been enduring, easing the discomfort significantly.

In contrast, her face heated up, and the composed facade she had been clinging to crumbled entirely. Her thoughts scattered, leaving her aware only of her heart’s erratic pounding in her ears.

From where she sat, she had a clear view of Kristopher—his impeccably straight nose and the long eyelashes that cast delicate shadows over his eyes. Despite her heart turning frigid and her firm decision to leave him, the sight of him, so ethereal as he kneeled before her cradling her foot, stirred something within her. His expression, intensely focused as he tended to her wound, coupled with his posture of genuine servitude, struck a chord of sincerity.

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Yet, as the protagonist of her own tumultuous story, Carrie found this portrayal somewhat absurd.

Her thoughts drifted wildly, and in a fleeting, whimsical desire, she imagined Kristopher as nothing more than a plaything from a nightclub—a toy boy she could hire to keep her company.

Lost in these musings, time seemed to dissolve around her until Kristopher finished his careful application of a pale yellow ointment that masked the angry red of her burn.

While tending to her, Kristopher’s mind kept echoing with Albin’s earlier words. Now having finished his task, Kristopher looked into her eyes, his voice soft but laden with regret as he murmured, “I’m sorry.”

Staring at Kristopher, Carrie’s eyes widened in stunned disbelief, unable to process what had just happened. The words that tumbled from Kristopher’s lips hit her harder than any headline she’d ever read.

He sighed softly, his gaze shifting towards her leg. The jagged scar there was a stark reminder of past pains, clashing with the surrounding smooth skin—a poignant blemish on a once flawless canvas. It evoked a deep sense of regret within him.

He apologized once more, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity. “I’m truly sorry for the fire incident. It was something I could never have foreseen. I wasn’t there for you when you needed me the most, and for that, I am sincerely and deeply regretful.”

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