My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 185:

Annoyed, she turned to Kristopher, her words trailing off mid-sentence. “Do you want to shower…?”

Her voice faded as she caught him watching her with a piercing, almost tangible intensity.

Carrie typically loathed his advances without love, yet in that moment, a surprising warmth bloomed within her, stirring a deep, unexpected desire.

Carrie shifted uneasily, heat flushing her cheeks as embarrassment crept over her. The sudden yearning left her baffled. Her mind willed her to stay composed, but her body betrayed her with its undeniable response. Avoiding his gaze, she cleared her throat. “If you’re not going to shower, then I will. It’s too hot, and this sweat is unbearable.”

Her lips parted slightly, her voice taking on an unintentional, soft lilt—almost like deliberate provocation. Without warning, Kristopher rose and closed the distance between them, bracing his hands on the sofa to trap her in his shadow. His breaths came slow and heavy, the faint scent of alcohol brushing her face and leaving her dizzy, as though she had taken a drink herself. His chiseled features, from the sharp lines of his jaw to the intense depth of his eyes, were almost painfully perfect.noveldrama

Her breathing hitched as she realized just how close their lips were—one small movement and she could close the gap. Flashes of their past kisses flickered through her mind. None had been particularly gentle or memorable, yet now, the thought of his lips on hers sent a deep ache through her body. She couldn’t explain it. Her rational mind screamed for her to stop, to pull away, but the primal, unrelenting pull she felt toward him consumed her. The tension swirled between them, electric and overwhelming. Her heart thundered in her chest, each beat so forceful it seemed to echo in her ears.

Almost instinctively, she tilted her head, her lips drawing nearer to his. Kristopher suddenly straightened, his voice breaking the moment. “Don’t you think this is strange?”

Carrie froze, his words cutting through her haze like a blade.

Heat rushed to her face as shame replaced her desire. She shrank back into the sofa, willing herself to disappear, but the warmth coiled in her chest refused to subside.

“The drink,” Kristopher began, his voice low and rough. “It was spiked with something.”

“Huh?” Her wide eyes locked on his, surprise mixing with a lingering, undeniable desire in her expression. The unintentional allure in her gaze tugged at his resolve, testing his last shred of restraint as a deep need surged within him.

Clinging to his last shred of self-restraint, he murmured, “Grandma… she added something to it.”

Even in her haze, Carrie pieced it together. Her gaze shifted to the empty porcelain bowl on the table, disbelief flashing across her face. Of course. Someone like her, untouched by intimacy, wouldn’t suddenly be consumed by such longing without a reason. The realization soothed some of her embarrassment.

She pressed her palms against Kristopher’s chest and murmured, “I have an idea.”

Kristopher’s brow furrowed, but he stepped back, allowing her space. He sighed, his thoughts spinning. Grandma wouldn’t harm them—he knew that much. Whatever she’d added was likely meant to bring them closer, perhaps even… but it wasn’t dangerous.

Awkwardness settled over him. Was this what it had come to? Relying on a spiked drink just to bridge the gap with his own wife? Without another word, Carrie grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward the bathroom. Under his confused stare, she twisted the shower knob, releasing a stream of icy water that poured down instantly.

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