My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 162

Chapter 162:

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Kristopher turned his gaze away, fixing it instead on her leg resting against the bed. From this vantage point, the scars she once bore were barely visible. A flicker of relief passed through him, prompting him to comment, “The scars are hardly noticeable now.”

She didn’t respond, her focus unwavering as she applied the ointment with precision. Finally, she stood, handing the tube back to him like a dismissal. “It’s done. Take this and have Oliver help you next time.”

Before she could retreat, Kristopher’s hand shot out, pulling her into his arms with a swiftness that left her breathless.

His voice, low and magnetic, sent shivers down her spine. “Why are you so desperate to push me away?”

Carrie found herself unexpectedly enveloped in Kristopher’s arms, her cold cheek pressed against his broad, rain-dampened chest. The sudden warmth of his body sent a momentary surge of panic through her. She tilted her head upward, locking eyes with him. His gaze, sharp and unyielding, pierced through her like a blade searching for weakness. That look—she had always dreaded it. It was a mirror reflecting her vulnerability, a look that used to dissolve her resolve and draw out playful coaxing words she didn’t know she possessed. But not anymore.

Love, once the anchor to her fear of upsetting him, had long since eroded. Now, only a brittle defiance remained.

Her voice, now ice-cold, cut through the silence. “Mr. Norris, your memory must be playing tricks on you. I’ve told you plenty of times—I have no interest in entangling myself with my almost ex-husband.”

She squirmed in his arms, trying to break free, but his grip tightened as if she were sand slipping through his fingers. The scent of rain-soaked wood and a faint herbal aroma clung to him, stirring a pang of something she quickly suppressed. Her annoyance flared as she realized how easily his presence unsettled her.

Kristopher’s hand steadied her shoulder and thigh, holding her in place as he spoke, his tone calm yet unyielding. “Divorce isn’t a breakup, Carrie. As long as I don’t agree, it’s not happening.”

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She stilled, glaring at him. “Is this a game to you? Some twisted way of passing time?”

Instead of answering, his eyes drifted around her room, taking in the scattered scripts and manuscripts that cluttered the space.

A faint scoff escaped his lips. “So, this is what you’ve reduced yourself to? Burning the candle at both ends, treating yourself like some machine. Do you really think slogging away like this is what success looks like?”

Her jaw tightened. “It’s none of your business.”

“Oh, it’s my business, all right,” Kristopher retorted, his voice laced with irritation. “That shady club incident, the chaos outside the bar the other night… Since you left, every mess you’ve landed in has needed my intervention. Grow up, Carrie. Life isn’t a game of empty bravado.”

His words sliced through her like shards of ice, and for a moment, she froze. Then, like a dam bursting, her anger spilled out. Her eyes burned as she turned on him.

“Don’t you dare bring up last night!” she snapped, her voice trembling with fury. “Do you have any idea how terrified I was? They drugged me, and dragged me into that car like I was nothing! I fought to hit them with a beer bottle, fought to defend myself, and still, I couldn’t escape!”

Her voice broke, tears threatening to spill over. “And where were you?” she demanded. “The irony is, the person who saved me wasn’t you, it was Nate. Do you know how humiliating that is? I married you to escape him, and now it’s like the universe is mocking me. Maybe I should have just gone through with it and married him instead!”

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