Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call
Chapter 141

Chapter 141 Why Are You Here?

Anastasia's body was pristine and delicate, like a fragile flower.

Christian wasn't particularly obsessed with women. In the past, most of the time he spent with Anastasia was to fulfill his husbandly duties.

However, it couldn't be denied that Anastasia's body was captivating, mesmerizing.

Christian restrained himself and meticulously tidied up for her.

But when his hand touched Anastasia's fair neck, she rubbed her soft cheek against his hand.

Christian's body stiffened.

Anastasia furrowed her brows and clung to his cold arm in her drowsiness. Her warm breath lightly brushed against his arm.

The hairs on his body stood on end as if an electric current had passed through him, sending a tingling sensation.

Christian felt something soft had gently touched his heart, causing an indescribable feeling.

He didn't retract his hand and lay beside her.

His gaze stared deeply at her.

He had never looked at her so carefully, especially after their divorce.

Now, it felt as if the vacant part of his heart had been filled, and a warm current flowed through his chest.

He was almost possessed by the idea of wanting to get closer to her, even closer.

When his lips landed on hers, they were gentle, soft, and irresistibly tempting, like sweet and dewy petals.

He thought wickedly, anyway, she would eventually be his, so what did it matter if he did something now? Anastasia's hesitant response seemed to awaken his deepest desires and longing.

He lightly kissed her ear and whispered.

"Anastasia, would you like to remarry me?"

He felt he should give her a legitimate status where no one could bully her.

Anastasia was still unclear, but upon hearing this, she started pushing the person on top of her.

Her strength was weak, but she kept muttering, "Christian, you bastard."

Christian paused like cold water had poured over him, extinguishing his burning desire.

He regretted asking that question.

He took a deep breath and got out of bed to pick her up.

Anastasia tried to struggle, and Christian lowered his voice to warn her, "Don't move. If you move again, I won't be polite anymore."

Perhaps the warning worked.

She stopped moving, lying softly on his chest.

Christian filled the bathtub with water and gently placed her inside. The heat on Anastasia's body diminished, and her flushed face gradually returned to normal. The night passed.

Sunlight pierced through the curtains.

Anastasia felt exhausted, and her head felt heavy.

She slowly opened her eyes, feeling unfamiliar with the room.

As she woke up, yesterday's memories flooded her mind.

Especially when she remembered the cunning smile on Walter's greasy face, her face turned pale, and she sat up suddenly.

She broke out in a cold sweat.

Christian was woken up.

"Awake?"

His low, hoarse voice carried a hint of drowsiness. His side profile was smooth and sharply defined.

If it were before the divorce, when she saw this person in the morning wake, she might have exclaimed about how wonderful life was.

But now, her face turned pale as if she had seen a ghost, and she shrank back. "Christian?"