?<strong>Chapter 412:</strong>


    He approached, removed his suit jacket, picked up a nket from nearby, and sat next to her. Carefully, he draped the nket over her and took her phone from her grasp.


    Carrie, a light sleeper, immediately woke up. Seeing Kristopher, she rxed, set aside the pillow, and snuggled into his arms. Her voice was gentle. “You’re back?”


    Kristopher nced at her, his eyes pausing on the unread messages on her phone. He smiled gently and said, “I sent you a message, but you must have fallen asleep. Don’t wait for me here any longer, or you’ll catch a cold.”


    “Is everything okay? How is Lise?” she asked, moving past his concern to inquire about Lise instead.


    “It’s all good. I was there for her check-up, and Elva is with her now,” Kristopher responded, smoothing a stray hair from Carrie’s forehead. Her eyes were still clouded with sleep, yet there was an enchanting allure in her look that made her more captivating than usual.


    He had met many beautiful women before, but none had moved him.


    To him, a pretty face was just like a nice piece of clothing.


    But Carrie’s presence always made his heart flutter.


    He had to admit that even before his feelings deepened, Carrie’s beauty had always touched him deeply.


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    When Carrie had approached him once, tears on her radiant face, her eyes resolute, his heart had melted.


    He stood and took her in his arms.


    Shyly, she murmured, “I’m not sick.


    I can walk by myself.” “I like holding you,” he teased, giving her a yful bounce in his arms. “You’re so light, it feels like I’m holding a stuffed animal.”


    Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.


    When she realized how close they were, her nose almost touching his, she kissed him lightly on the lips before pulling away to rest against his chest.


    Kristopher wasn’t exaggerating.


    Holding her felt effortless, and he didn’t even break a sweat.


    He carried her into the bedroom and gently ced her on the bed.


    Her sleepiness had faded and her eyes sparkled with alertness.


    His smile widened as he yfully asked, “Are you awake?” Carrie quickly caught his teasing tone, her cheeks warming with a blush.


    Before she could respond, Kristopher gently removed her top, leaving her in a delicate whitece bra.


    Thece subtly hinted at the smooth skin beneath.


    Kristopher’s shirt remained perfectly buttoned, every button secured, including the top one.


    He leaned forward, his hand tracing her contours.


    He tugged gently at thece and leaned down to kiss her gently.


    Carrie let out a soft gasp, her body arching naturally in response to his touch.


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