My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 137:

Carrie’s gut told her these cryptic gestures were directed at her, designed to provoke. But to what end? To gloat? What exactly did Lise have to flaunt? Carrie had walked away willingly, carrying no regrets.

With an exasperated sigh, she blocked Lise on Twitter. Competing in such an absurd game of smoke and mirrors wasn’t worth her time or peace of mind.

“Carrie, the skies have cleared up for now, but it looks like rain might roll in again soon.”

“Aren’t they stunning together? Such a perfect pair!” Aspyn exclaimed, turning to Kristopher with renewed boldness. “Don’t you think so, Mr. Norris?”

Kristopher’s lips curled into a faint sneer. “Hardly,” he replied coolly, straightening up and deliberately shifting his gaze away.

Aspyn blinked, startled by his response. “Even someone as beautiful as her doesn’t catch your eye? What kind of woman would impress you, Mr. Norris?”

Irritation flickered in Kristopher’s eyes. “Someone with substance,” he answered curtly.

Sammy, recalling earlier conversations about his daughter’s academic excellence, beamed with pride.

Aspyn blushed, interpreting his words as a potential compliment.

Sammy continued to lavish praise. “A man like Mr. Norris, truly exceptional, would never be swayed by mere appearances.”

Kristopher’s discomfort grew, and just as he prepared to respond, a sudden loud noise erupted, capturing everyone’s attention.noveldrama

The landslide that struck nearby abruptly interrupted the filming. The sudden noise startled everyone, and one of the staff members was the first to react, pointing ahead with disbelief. “Look! Our reserved guesthouse has been wiped out.”

Asher, always quick to make light of any situation, raised his hands innocently. “Don’t blame me! I was just joking.” He recalled the moment when they first arrived and he had jokingly mentioned that if there was another landslide, they might have to camp out in the open. The fact that his words had come true was a little too uncanny.

“Let’s go over and see what’s going on,” the director sighed, shaking his head. He motioned for the others to follow him, and they all walked towards the guesthouse.

When they arrived, they found the guesthouse owners already standing at the gate. The damage was clear—mud and water had filled the courtyard and rooms, but miraculously, no one had been hurt.

One of the crew members sighed in frustration. “There’s no way we can clean this up in time. Can we still stay here tonight?”

“Stay here? No way!” Sammy, always quick to assert himself, jogged over with his secretary in tow. He scolded the guesthouse owner sternly. “There was already a warning about the possibility of a landslide! How could you still be operating?”

The owner, looking guilty, rubbed his nose. “Well, it cleared up today. Who could have known…?”

Carrie, tired from the day’s events, stepped forward to take charge. “Let’s first take our belongings out and check if anyone’s luggage has been damaged. Then, we’ll see if there are any motels or rental homes nearby,” she said calmly, her voice cutting through the tension in the air.

The crew quickly found their bearings, rushing inside to move their belongings out of the ruined guesthouse.

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