My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 116:

“Keep it down, Kristopher,” Albin whispered, leaning in closer. “If Carrie overhears you, you’re in for a heated debate.”

As he spoke, Albin’s gaze suddenly shifted over Kristopher’s shoulder. “Ca-Carrie, what a coincidence!” he exclaimed.

Turning around, Kristopher spotted Carrie, burdened with several boxes and three oversized plastic bags, each filled to capacity. She looked genuinely shocked to see Kristopher, her eyes widening in surprise.

Albin greeted Carrie with an unexpected burst of energy, one she had never seen from him before.

Startled by his vigor, Carrie lost her grip on the precarious stack she was holding. The boxes crashed to the floor, their contents spilling out in a chaotic display. She shot a look of clear annoyance at Kristopher, then deliberately turned her back on both men and stooped to retrieve her scattered belongings.

Seizing the moment, Albin tugged at Kristopher’s arm, urging, “Carrie, let us give you a hand.”

Without hesitation, Albin knelt beside her, swiftly collecting the items, while Kristopher remained aloof, his stance rigid. A plastic bag had ripped open, and though Carrie tried to gather the items, re-packing was futile. With everything scattered, managing it alone was out of the question.

From his towering position, Kristopher’s voice dripped with disdain. “You can’t even manage simple tasks. If it’s too much, why not just pay for delivery?”

Carrie kept her gaze fixed on the ground, her voice steady. “Not everyone can afford to throw money around like you, Mr. Norris. Some of us have to keep a tight budget.”

Sensing the brewing tension, Albin grabbed a box and pressed it into Kristopher’s hands. “Come on, Kristopher, help out.”

He then hoisted the majority of the remaining boxes himself, leaving only a few snacks behind. “Carrie, you handle these. We’ll take the rest upstairs for you.”

Carrie rose to her feet and firmly declined. “I appreciate your offer, but please, just leave them here. I’ll have the security guard assist me with them later.”

Albin stepped back, clutching the box in his hands, unwilling to let go. “There’s no need to bother them. Kristopher and I are free at the moment, so we might as well help you with these,” he insisted, giving Kristopher a slight nudge with his elbow.

Narrowing his eyes, Kristopher responded icily, “Why must you always be such a nuisance? People are paid to work, not to cater to your every whim. Imagine if everyone acted like you. How would our frontline workers manage?”

Albin, caught off guard and at a loss for words, simply shook his head, his frustration evident as he pondered the difficulty of altering Kristopher’s rigid views.

Exhausted and devoid of the energy to argue further, Carrie stated bluntly, “Mr. Norris, after all this time in the business world, you still fail to grasp my point? Let me be clear. I simply do not want you in my home.”

This comment ignited Kristopher’s temper once more, and he retorted scornfully, “What are you afraid of? That I’ll see the state of your living conditions?”noveldrama

Carrie stood mute, her gaze fixed on the man before her—his features striking and his presence commanding, capable of drawing everyone’s attention. Yet, his charm was overshadowed the moment he spoke.

Carrie let out a weary sigh, realizing with a sense of resignation that Kristopher was adamant about heading upstairs today. She approached the elevator and pressed the button, turning to Albin with a polite nod. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice soft yet detached. She conspicuously ignored Kristopher, treating him as if he were invisible, an unacknowledged presence in the corner of her eye.

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