My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 728:

“I couldn’t ask Mr. Norris directly, but luckily, I’m familiar with the director. I inquired about the situation and found out you’d been harassed. I wanted to check on you and make sure you’re alright.”

Carrie’s fingers curled slightly against the armrest of her wheelchair as she listened.noveldrama

Did Kristopher go to the police station specifically for Omar because of his sister’s heart?

Her thoughts spiraled as memories of Kristopher’s past actions resurfaced. She thought of all the times he had used the heart as an excuse to justify his decisions—like the countless times he had sided with Lise under the guise of protecting his sister’s legacy. Now, even after it had been revealed that Lise had no connection to the Norris family, Kristopher still protected her.

It was as if the heart had always been his perfect excuse—a moral shield for every betrayal, a justification for every painful decision. Was he helping Omar for the same reason? Or… was it because of Aliza?

The thought sent a cold shiver down Carrie’s spine. Images she didn’t want to conjure began to form in her mind—Kristopher and Aliza together, sharing moments of intimacy.

Her face turned pale, and she gripped the armrest tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Kyson, noticing the subtle shift in her expression, quickly averted his gaze, pretending not to see her discomfort. After a brief pause, he spoke again, his tone steady.

“Sexual harassment is a serious issue,” he reminded her.

“You can’t ignore it. As women, you’re at a natural disadvantage in situations like this. You don’t have the physical strength to compete with men, so you need to be extra careful.”

Carrie snapped out of her thoughts, offering a polite nod to Kyson.

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“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Webster. I’ll be more careful in the future.”

Kyson’s faint smile softened his otherwise composed demeanor.

“There’s no need to be so formal with me. You can just call me Kyson,” he said, his tone warm but measured. He paused, then added, “If something like this happens again, and your brothers aren’t home, you can always come to me. In Isonridge, dealing with a few troublemakers is a trivial matter for the Webster family.”

Carrie hesitated briefly before replying, “Since I’m friends with Marina, I’ll call you Kyson—just like she does.” Her words were deliberate, subtly defining the boundaries of their relationship as nothing more than friendship.

Kyson’s calm smile didn’t falter. Whether he truly didn’t understand her meaning or chose to ignore it, Carrie couldn’t tell.

Instead, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small jar of herbal remedy.

“This is a secret recipe from a doctor my family knows well,” he explained, holding the jar out to her.

“It works wonders for sprains. Have your maid apply it before bed, massage the area, and you’ll feel much better by tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you,” Carrie said sincerely, reaching out to take the jar.

As her hand brushed against his, Kyson felt a soft, cool sensation, like the fleeting touch of a summer breeze. It stirred something within him, a longing he quickly suppressed. His hand instinctively recoiled, though he regretted the distance almost immediately. With the reputation of the Webster family to consider, Kyson knew he couldn’t afford to act recklessly or impulsively, unlike Kristopher, who came from a smaller, less influential family.

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