My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 664:

Carrie froze, her confidence crumbling. She glanced down at her bare feet and tugged at the hem of her bathrobe nervously.

Before she could finish, Kristopher leaned down and scooped her up effortlessly.

“Hey!” she yelped, her legs flailing as she tried to wriggle free. “Put me down!”

Kristopher’s eyes flicked downward, the hint of a smirk playing at his lips. “If you want everyone to see what’s under your bathrobe, keep kicking. I don’t mind.”

Upon hearing this, Carrie quickly crossed her legs and held her robe tightly closed, stopping her struggle.

Yet, she retorted with indignation, “Do you actually think everyone acts like you, constantly staring at women? I never realized you were such a creep.”

Kristopher paid no mind to her harsh words, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly in a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. He lifted Carrie effortlessly, carrying her from the side entrance to a room that was tastefully decorated in a simple yet elegant style, lacking the lavishness of the previous one but equipped with all the necessary amenities.

Curiously, Carrie inquired, “Where are we?”

After setting Carrie down on the bed, Kristopher shut the door and said, “This is the Webster family’s guest lounge. I overheard a servant mention it when I arrived.”noveldrama

While he made a phone call, Kristopher said, “Oliver, could you send a woman’s suit to the Webster family’s guest room? Something similar to what Carrie was wearing would be ideal.”

After ending the call, silence enveloped the room, punctuated only by the distant sounds outside. Kristopher and Carrie, now seated by the bed and standing by the door respectively, did not speak.

Approaching the bed with casual interest, Kristopher asked, “How did you end up entangled with the Morrison family?”

With a sharp glance, Carrie responded, “What business is it of yours? Shouldn’t you keep the distance appropriate for an ex?”

Ignoring her suggestion, Kristopher sat beside her, supporting himself with his hands behind him as he looked at her curiously. “I’ll find out either way.”

Carrie’s demeanor chilled. “Kristopher, when will you start respecting others?”

With sincerity in his voice, Kristopher replied, “I do respect you. I’m just trying to protect you from these corporate sharks.”

Carrie retorted with a sneer, “Isn’t that exactly what you are, a capitalist?”

At that moment, a series of knocks disrupted their conversation.

Oliver’s voice filtered through the door, saying, “Mr. Norris, are you there?”

“Yes,” Kristopher responded as he rose and moved toward the door.

He cracked the door open just enough to shield Oliver from seeing inside. Without raising his gaze, Oliver handed over two bags, saying, “These are the same as Mrs. Norris’s suit, freshly picked up from the boutique.”

Relieved, Oliver was glad the boutique was right across the street from the Webster residence; otherwise, he would have been at a loss.

Accepting the bags, Kristopher murmured, “Keep watch at the door.” After thinking for a moment, he added, “Maybe step back a bit.”

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