My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 365:

“Enough. Get up. There's no need to keep kneeling. We're not living in the Middle Ages,” Carrie said, her cold

gaze fixed on Willow.

Willow’s constant kneeling didn’t seem so much like submission as it did a quiet threat. Carrie thought to herself

that since she wasn’t divorcing Kristopher, it might be a good idea to find a chance to replace the maid. There

was something off about her, and Carrie's instincts were rarely wrong.

“Yes, yes,” Willow replied, rising to her feet. Oliver reappeared and announced, “Mr. Norris, Mrs. Norris, I've

removed him and instructed security not to allow his entry again.” As he spoke, he cast a cautionary look at

Willow. Willow quickly acknowledged her error once again and said, “I'm truly sorry. It won’t happen again.” “It's

getting late. Thank you for your hard work today. You should go back,” Carrie said, overlooking Willow and

speaking to Oliver. She then helped Kristopher inside. They ascended the stairs to the bedroom, and Carrie

helped Kristopher sit on the edge of the bed. As she was about to leave to shower, Kristopher caught her wrist.

She paused and looked at him. “Hmm? What is it?” He remained silent but drew her nearer. His free hand

wandered under her clothes, advancing upward as his breathing intensified. His intentions were unmistakable.

She noticed his bandaged arm, pushed his hand away, and stepped back, firmly saying, “No, your wound might

reopen.” Kristopher gave her a woeful look, so Carrie leaned down and gave him a quick kiss. He reached down,

and the soft sound of a zipper sliding open was heard. She paused, her eyes drifting down to see a certain part

of him already standing at attention. His voice raspy, he suggested, “You take the lead and move.”

“Yes, yes,” Willow replied, rising to her feet. Oliver reappeared and announced, “Mr. Norris, Mrs. Norris, I've

removed him and instructed security not to allow his entry again.”

As he spoke, he cast a cautionary look at Willow. Willow quickly acknowledged her error again and said, “I'm

truly sorry. It won't happen again.”

“It’s getting late. Thank you for your hard work today. You should go back,” Carrie said, ignoring Willow and

speaking to Oliver. She then helped Kristopher inside.

They ascended the stairs to the bedroom, and Carrie helped Kristopher sit on the edge of the bed. As she was

about to leave to shower, Kristopher caught her wrist. She paused and looked at him. “Hmm? What is it?” He

remained silent but drew her closer, his free hand wandering under her clothes, moving upward as his breathing

intensified. His intentions were unmistakable.

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She noticed his bandaged arm, pushed his hand away, and stepped back, firmly saying, “No, your wound might

reopen.”

Kristopher gave her a woeful look, so Carrie leaned down and gave him a quick kiss. He reached down, and the

soft sound of a zipper sliding open filled the air. She paused, her eyes drifting down to see a certain part of him

already standing at attention. His voice was raspy as he suggested, “You take the lead and move.”

“Ill stay still. Would that be alright?” She regarded him for a moment, then sighed in resignation and positioned

herself atop him. Kristopher had restrained himself since the hospital. Dressed only in his shirt, they had been

intimate three times. By the final time, her waist and legs ached, and she had no energy left. She leaned against

his shoulder as he kept thrusting upward, unyielding. Afterward, she felt disoriented. As she dismounted and

stood, her legs shook weakly. He chuckled. “I'll sign you up for a gym membership. You need to exercise more to

enhance your stamina. You are so weak.” Carrie noticed a healthy flush had returned to Kristopher’s cheeks.

Gone was the pallor of his hospital stay; he looked robust and full of life, far from a man who had recently faced

death. She eyed him skeptically. “Were you truly that badly hurt?” Kristopher regained his composure, leaning

back on the headboard with a sigh. “It turns out | am quite sick. I'm already exhausted after just a short while.”

He then turned to Carrie and said, “My main artery was nearly cut through. | was on the verge of death. Do you

understand the gravity of severing an artery? It's a common method for suicide.” Carrie pondered briefly, her

knowledge of biology lacking, and asked with a frown, “Is there a major artery in the...?” Kristopher explained

earnestly, “Yes, the axillary artery. It extends from the subclavian artery, runs through the armpit, and along the

lower edge of the latissimus dorsi muscle, becoming the brachial artery.” He continued, “Even as a student of

literature, you should have sbasic biology knowledge, shouldn’t you? How can you not know this?”

“Ill stay still. Would that be alright?”

She regarded him for a moment, then sighed in resignation and positioned herself on top of him. Kristopher had

held back ever since they were in the hospital. Dressed only in his shirt, they were intimate three times. By the

final time, her waist and legs ached, and she was completely drained. She leaned against his shoulder as he

continued thrusting upward, unyielding.