My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 545:

After a moment’s hesitation, he approached, slid his arm around Camille in a comforting embrace, and suggested, “Let’s go home, darling. We should let Carrie have her rest.”

As Camille looked at Carrie’s pale complexion, she bit back the harsh words meant for Kristopher and silently followed Albin out.

Just as Kristopher was about to take a seat, Carrie, her eyes still shut, subtly turned her head away, murmuring, “You should go, too. I need to be alone.”noveldrama

Ignoring her request, Kristopher sat down beside the bed and extended his hand to hold hers.

Carrie attempted to pull her hand away. Kristopher, however, tightened his hold.

Carrie’s eyes snapped open as she fixed him with a stern gaze. “Must you persist? Will you only stop if you see me harm myself?” Her eyes, once vibrant, now resembled a lifeless pool.

Kristopher slowly let go of her hand, his voice softening as he said, “I’ll keep my distance. I just want to sit with you.”

Turning away from him once more, Carrie faced the other direction and fell silent.

Kristopher got up and moved to the sofa at the foot of the bed. He instinctively took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, only to realize he was in a hospital room. He grabbed a paper cup, extinguished the cigarette in the bottom, and tossed the cup into the trash.

Leaning back on the sofa, his gaze fell once more on Carrie, who looked like a wounded animal. Perhaps because of the pain, her body trembled slightly from time to time. Seeing her like this broke his heart. He wanted to bear all her burdens for her. Yet, he couldn’t even hold her now. The short distance between them felt like a world apart.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before Carrie drifted into a fitful sleep, her body relaxing considerably. Seeing this, Kristopher called in the nurse and caretaker to stay in the room and stationed a bodyguard outside. He took one last deep look at the frail figure on the bed, leaving behind a simple instruction, “Take good care of Mrs. Norris,” before swiftly exiting the room.

Inside the villa, Daxton reclined on the sofa, his tall frame relaxed. He picked up a cigar from the coffee table and lit it. A bodyguard escorted a man dressed in heavy disguise into the room, the man wearing an oversized coat. The man removed his hat, sunglasses, and mask, revealing a foreign face. If any of the doctors who had operated on Carrie were present, they would have recognized him as the surgeon who had just performed her operation.

Daxton exhaled a plume of smoke, asking leisurely, “Is she alright?”

The doctor hesitated for a moment before cautiously replying, “It’s just surgery. She’ll recover soon.”

However, the bullet had pierced her uterus, and it might be difficult for her to conceive in the future.”

His voice grew noticeably quieter as he spoke the last sentence.

Daxton looked up at him, his face expressionless, revealing no emotion. “Is there a way to treat this condition?”

The doctor thought for a moment and said, “Dr. Hampton, a specialist in gynecology, is renowned for treating this kind of condition.”

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