?<strong>Chapter 474:</strong>


    A sudden wave of fragility washed over her, reminding her of the precarious bnce of their rtionship. The intensity of pleasure could create the illusion of closeness, yet beneath ity an undeniable fragility she couldn’t ignore.


    Out of nowhere, a question tumbled from her lips, soft and searching. “Have you ever lied to me about anything?” Her tone held no usation, only a quiet yearning for reassurance amid the torrent of emotion.


    Kristopher froze. The recent lie he had told echoed in his mind. His heart skipped a beat as he nervously responded, “No.”


    The night unfolded into a symphony of delicate affection, leaving Carrie enveloped in a fatigue so profound that sleep imed her without contest.


    Awaking the following morning, she was greeted by a notification on her phone: a WhatsApp message from Ailyn outlining the specifics of their uing reunion. Ailyn’s message also carried a “considerate” reminder.


    “Make sure to bring your husband. If he’s tied up at work, just let me know—I’ll get my husband to talk to his boss about it.”


    Kristopher, his eyes veiled by the tranquility of sleep, shifted beside her and extended azy arm to encircle her waist. His fingertips identally grazed her phone.


    Nestling closer, his voice, husky and tinged with morning drowsiness, floated through the air. “Who’s got you texting so early, hmm?”


    His breath, warm and teasing, fluttered against her ear, coaxing an involuntary shiver and a yful attempt to escape his tickles.


    “One of my old high school friends asked me to join them at a reunion,” she replied, turning off her phone with a soft click and setting it aside.


    She then rotated to face him, sinking into thefort of the pillow. Even with his eyes closed, Kristopher’s presence was less daunting, his features softened by the shadows hisshes threw across his cheeks.


    Carrie, feeling a burst of affection, gently tapped his nose, provoking a mischievous grin from Kristopher.


    He captured her hand and effortlessly pulled her into a closer embrace. “So, when is this reunion?” he asked, his voice mellow and inviting.


    She adjusted her hair behind one ear and settled morefortably against him. “It’s the day after tomorrow. Would you like toe with me?”


    His eyelids lifted, revealing a gaze that was both deep and inviting, as his voice, deep and sonorous like a well-tuned cello, enveloped her in its timbre. “Do you want me to be there?”


    Their gazes locked. Gently cradling his cheeks, Carrie beamed at him. “Isn’t this an invitation already?” she teased.


    Kristopher, ever patient, rified his question. “What I need to know is—do you want me there with you? Just tell me yes or no.”


    Letting her hands fall, Carrie’s voice softened into a yful lure. “Okay, yes, I do want you to join me for the reunion.”


    At her words, a look of contentment spread across Kristopher’s face. He answered softly, “Alright, I’ll be there.”


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