My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 79:

Carrie snuggled closer to him like a frisky cat, her enticing eyes narrowing just enough to add to her charm. “You were the one who hugged me first! So, it’s not about me taking advantage, but rather you offering an open invitation!”

Her fingers lightly grazed his neck, and she tilted her head up to kiss him, her tongue tracing the outline of his Adam’s apple as she whispered, “You have such a wonderful scent.”

Kristopher swallowed hard, feeling a surge of excitement that caused a noticeable bulge.

Carrie felt the firm object against her waist and tried to wriggle free, playfully slurring, “It’s just too big—it doesn’t feel right.”

Her voice was sultry and teasing, more flirtatious than complaining.

“Carrie, behave yourself!” Kristopher murmured in a stern, low tone.

But Carrie, undeterred, hooked her finger under his chin, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “I won’t! What are you afraid of? Afraid to kiss me? Or… are you impotent? Oh, I didn’t take you for someone who’s all talk and no use.”noveldrama

The desire in Kristopher’s gaze shattered the remnants of his self-control.

He slipped his hand under her shirt, his fingers gliding up her slim waist to her soft chest, where he grasped firmly.

“Mm—” Her lips, soft and delicate, parted ever so slightly, and a gentle moan slipped out involuntarily.

He leaned in, cradling her face, lips poised to capture hers in a kiss.

But suddenly, Carrie’s head spun wildly, her stomach revolting with intense nausea.

A scorching wave rushed up to her throat, and with a guttural “ugh,” she couldn’t contain the nausea any longer.

Kristopher whipped his head aside just in time, yet still got caught in the spray.

The car was immediately engulfed in a sharp, acrid odor.

Carrie, embarrassed, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, then curled up in the only clean corner and drifted off to sleep.

Kristopher gazed at her tranquil face, now marred by the events, his features shadowed by doubt.

Was she merely drunk, or did her body harbor a deeper aversion to his touch? Perhaps she was mistaking him for someone else in her inebriated state but rejecting him instinctively all the same. This wasn’t the first time, but the second time she had vomited during such a critical moment.

The following morning, Carrie awoke to a relentless throbbing in her head and found herself entwined around Kristopher like a clinging vine.

The memory of last night’s debacle flooded back, and she shut her eyes tightly, wishing she could vanish into thin air or never face the dawn.

A frosty voice broke the silence, looming over her. “Enough with the act.”

“If you’re awake, move away from me.”

Without another word, he pushed her aside, abruptly severing their tangled embrace.

Carrie was forced to confront her mortification and reluctantly opened her eyes.

Kristopher had propped himself up; his torso was bare, showcasing his well-defined and striking muscles.

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