My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 190:

Her body ached from the previous night, and all she wanted was to sink back into the comfort of the bed. Yet, there he was, moving through his day as if nothing had happened.

She pouted, swinging her legs off the bed and throwing the covers aside. But as soon as her feet hit the floor, her legs buckled, and she stumbled.

Kristopher’s hands were around her in an instant, steadying her with ease.

Flustered, Carrie murmured, “My legs feel a little weak…”

A faint, self-satisfied smile tugged at Kristopher’s lips. Carrie met his smug expression, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

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Carrie forced a confident smirk, her tone sharp. “You’re not as skilled as you think. I wasn’t feeling well.”

Kristopher let out a dry laugh, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Your actions last night said otherwise.”

Refusing to back down, Carrie shot back, “That was just the drug talking.”

Kristopher’s smirk faltered.

His expression turned cold as his mind sifted through the fragments of the previous night. With his razor-sharp memory and knack for analysis, he was rarely left questioning details. Yet in this uncharted territory, his confidence wavered, unsure if her words held any truth.

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For the first time, doubt clouded his certainty.

Taking advantage of his hesitation, Carrie limped toward the bathroom. As she closed the door behind her, the memory of last night flickered in her mind, stirring a pang of guilt over their argument.

Thirty minutes later, they descended the staircase in strained silence, one following the other.

Shawn sat at the dining table, reading the news, while Melany greeted them with a warm smile. Billie was conspicuously absent.

Melany’s gaze softened as she gestured toward an empty chair. “Carrie, dear, come sit by me.”

With her sharp intuition, Melany didn’t need confirmation to guess what had transpired between them.

A servant appeared with a steaming bowl of soup, and Melany gestured toward Carrie. “Put it in front of her. It’s an old family recipe, perfect for restoring strength and vitality.”

Carrie blinked, momentarily at a loss for words.

The implication wasn’t lost on Carrie—Melany was already anticipating a great-grandchild. Catching Kristopher’s self-satisfied smirk, Carrie calmly ladled another bowl and slid it toward him. “Darling, you should have some too. Restoring your energy is important.”noveldrama

Kristopher reached for the bowl, but Carrie leaned closer, her voice a low murmur. “We can’t depend on shortcuts forever. Proper nourishment is key.”

Not content with denying his abilities, she’d now gone for his pride.

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