My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 825:

Yet, with Aliza, nothing. Not even a flicker of desire. He resorted to self-pleasure to satiate himself.

How could there be such a stark difference?

Lost in thought, he failed to notice the relentless sun beating down on him. His skin burned under the midday heat, his breath growing shallow. His vision blurred at the edges.

Meanwhile, Carrie was in high spirits. Several newcomers from her company had performed exceptionally well on a reality show, and she wanted to reward them. Before heading to the office, she stopped by Gedralea Mall to pick up some small gifts.

She had barely reached the entrance when she spotted him—Kristopher. Her stomach twisted.

What kind of rotten luck was this?

She rolled her eyes at the blue sky in frustration. She should have checked her horoscope before leaving.

Kristopher was standing right by the entrance. If she walked straight past, there was no way they wouldn’t cross paths. Memories of Morrison Manor slammed into her—the forceful kiss, his overpowering presence, the way he had lost control. Her heart kicked against her ribs. She still couldn’t figure him out. When would he act normal? When would he suddenly go crazy? It was impossible to predict.

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No way. She wasn’t risking it. Quickly, she stepped aside, moving under the shade of a nearby tree. From there, she could wait him out, hidden from view.

But as the minutes passed, Kristopher didn’t budge. He just stood there, unmoving, under the blistering sun.

Carrie frowned. The heat in Isonridge was brutal, far worse than in Orkset. Even under the tree, sweat prickled her skin. She could only imagine how suffocating it was out in the direct sunlight.noveldrama

She muttered under her breath, “Is he insane? Does he think he’s some kind of sun god? Let’s see if he gets heatstroke.”

As if on cue, Kristopher swayed. His expression turned dazed. His body tilted.

Carrie’s eyes widened.

Wait… what? Since when did her curses actually work?

She scanned the area. The mall entrance was nearly empty this early in the morning.

Her pulse quickened. If he really passed out, what was she supposed to do? Stand by and do nothing? Her fingers curled into her palm.

Carrie’s body moved instinctively before her mind could catch up, positioning herself in front of Kristopher to steady him.

A wave of self-consciousness washed over her as she registered her impulsive action, yet she knew retreating now would only make things more awkward.

Frustration colored her voice as she channeled her conflicted emotions into a stern lecture. “Mr. Norris, for heaven’s sake, you’re a grown man. Haven’t you learned to stay in the shade? With your build, if you collapsed, you could seriously hurt someone passing by. Not to mention trampling these flowers.”

Kristopher’s clouded vision gradually focused on Carrie’s face. Despite the mask of irritation she wore, genuine concern flickered in her eyes.

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