My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 143:

Meanwhile, Aspyn, her senses muddled by intoxication and whimsical desires, completely misread the room’s cooling ambiance.

She dipped her head shyly, reminiscent of a startled fawn, hesitantly preening herself before meandering back to the bed.

With a flirtatious tilt of her head and a voice dripping with faux innocence, she ventured, “Kristopher, surely you wouldn’t expect me to initiate things in such a delicate scenario?”

Across the room, Kristopher’s face was a mask of indifference, his initial spark of desire now extinguished by an overwhelming wave of repulsion.

With a tone colder than winter, he stated succinctly, “Leave.”

His words were sharper than his earlier command to vacate the space.

The word struck Aspyn like a thunderclap, her eyes widening in shock as they darted from his stoic face to his previously responsive demeanor, now utterly impassive.

The flush of anticipation drained from her cheeks, leaving her complexion ghostly pale as she nervously nibbled on her lower lip.

The man who had briefly shown signs of interest now appeared completely unaffected by her allure.

His silent dismissal was a loud echo in the tense room, his unspoken disdain cutting deeper than any spoken rebuke.

Tears brimmed in her eyes as she felt deeply wronged.

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He avoided her gaze, his voice steady with a dismissive tone. “Let’s pretend we didn’t cross paths today. Your father won’t hear about this from me.”

In the quaint confines of their small town, Aspyn was known for her reputable family and her brilliance, both academically and in her talents, making her the object of widespread admiration at school.

Never had she laid her heart bare like this, only to be greeted with such cold detachment.

Her heart thudded painfully as she clenched her skirt, mustering her courage to voice her confusion. “Why do you dismiss me so?”

Kristopher paused, placing his water bottle on the table with a deliberate thud, his reply frosty. “I’m married.” His response was not out of tact or concern; Kristopher simply saw no merit in extending their conversation.

Surprise flickered in Aspyn’s gaze. Then, scrambling for answers, she ventured, “Lise? Is it Lise Nash you’re married to?”noveldrama

Impatience crept into his demeanor.

Kristopher stood abruptly, walked over to the door, and flung it open, his voice sharp as he began to count. “You have until the count of three to leave. One… Two…”

Fearing the eyes of onlookers, Aspyn bit her lip, pushed herself up from her seat, and hesitantly moved toward the door.

Before stepping through the doorway, curiosity spurred her to question once more, “Is it indeed Lise Nash who is your wife?”

Right at that moment, a soft thud reverberated through the air in the serene courtyard.

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