My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 289

Chapter 289:

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Once the ointment was fully applied, he dressed her in a soft silk nightgown, the fabric gliding smoothly over her skin.

He gently guided her to rest her head on his lap, his fingers running through her hair as she settled down.

He reached for the hairdryer and began to dry her long, silky hair, each strand slipping through his fingers like black silk, still carrying the faint scent of shampoo.

Her breathing was steady and calm, a serene rhythm that matched the peaceful expression that now graced her face.

The radiant glow she’d had earlier had faded, giving way to a quiet stillness that made her vulnerability even more beautiful.

Her lips, still tender from his passionate kisses, were slightly bruised and red, giving her an almost fragile, endearing quality.

After tending to Carrie, Kristopher gently tucked her under the covers and planted a soft kiss on her forehead before heading for the bathroom.

Albin made his way back to the villa, occasionally glancing behind him. Lost in thought, he tried the door, only to find it locked. He paused, his hand still on the doorknob, but his mind was far from the door. It was consumed with thoughts of Camille.

Without knocking, he released the doorknob and turned back, retracing his steps. Camille lingered in his thoughts. Normally, his female friends and even cousins would go out to clubs or visit spas on their own. It was just a typical way for adults to relax, something he had never really thought much about. But today, as he watched Camille leave, an uneasy feeling settled in his chest.

He couldn’t quite shake the nagging sense that something was looming on the horizon, something he couldn’t yet grasp. His mind drifted back to the day Carrie had disappeared. He remembered how Kristopher had searched for her frantically all through the night, consumed by worry. Albin had never seen Kristopher so frantic.

In all his memories, Kristopher had always been the picture of calm detachment. Back then, Albin had even believed that had Carrie not been found, Kristopher would have made everyone pay. He struggled to understand Kristopher’s mindset at that time. Though he had accepted Carrie, he had thought someone as dignified as Kristopher would never go to such lengths for anyone—not even for Lise.

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Yet, Kristopher had done just that for Carrie, the woman once seen by everyone—including Kristopher—as nothing more than a wife by title. In this moment, Albin began to understand Kristopher, even if just a little. After all, true empathy could only be felt by those who had lived through similar experiences themselves.

The next morning, sunlight poured across Carrie’s face, coaxing her awake with a gentle warmth. Her long lashes fluttered as she reluctantly opened her eyes, the world pulling her from sleep’s tender embrace.

The first thing she saw was a broad, sculpted chest, firm as if chiseled from stone. Her hand, still resting there, betrayed her curiosity with a soft, unconscious squeeze. So solid, so perfect.

Regret crept in, sharp as a thorn beneath her skin. If their marriage crumbled, this godlike physique would slip beyond her reach. The thought weighed on her, a peculiar pang of disappointment settling in her chest.

Her musings shattered as her gaze drifted upward, landing on a flawless face. Kristopher was awake, his smirk faint but undeniably amused as he observed her.

Carrie met his gaze with unruffled composure. Not a trace of embarrassment marred her features as she withdrew her hand, pushed the covers aside, and climbed out of bed with measured ease.

In the bathroom, the mirror reflected her tired image, faint bruises blooming across her skin like ghostly shadows of the night before. Some marks were fading, but new ones had taken their place. She let out a long sigh, grabbed the tube of toothpaste, and started brushing her teeth, her reflection staring back at her in the mirror.

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