My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 144:

Aspyn, startled by the noise, chose not to linger or inquire further.

With a quickened pace, she vanished from the scene.

Kristopher shifted his attention, his eyes landing on a silhouette bathed in the faint glow of the garden lights. His lips curled into an icy smirk. “Sneaking around my doorstep at such a late hour?” he challenged.

Realizing the futility of concealment, Carrie abandoned her guise.

She gracefully stooped to retrieve the pad that had clattered to the ground and made her way across the garden toward Kristopher.

Upon reaching him, she brandished the pad with a casual flick of her wrist. “The room felt suffocating, so I sought a serene spot outdoors to sketch out my script.”noveldrama

“I wasn’t aware of your room assignment; how could I know you’d choose such a secluded spot?” she explained. The two faced each other, enveloped in an uncomfortable silence.

Breaking the stillness, Kristopher blurted out, “She entered my room of her own accord. It was unexpected.”

For a moment, Carrie was caught off guard, but the pieces quickly fell into place—he was offering an explanation for why Aspyn was there.

Though she hadn’t fully understood Aspyn’s words, she did catch the mention of Lise’s name.

Did Kristopher truly mean to prove his loyalty to Lise, or was it a clever guise to gain Carrie’s compassion? The conflict in his actions made her stomach churn.

Gripping the pad tighter, Carrie’s features hardened as she replied, “I have no interest in your explanations. You owe me no justifications.”

Kristopher’s rising anger melted away the instant he noticed the pallor of Carrie’s face. Cold sweat dotted her forehead, and his frustration ebbed as concern took its place.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his brow furrowed in genuine worry.

Carrie weakly waved her hand. “Nothing. I’m just hungry,” she murmured, clutching her stomach as she turned to leave.

Kristopher, however, was not one to let things go so easily. He reached out and gently grasped her arm. “The night fair is just getting started.”

Carrie jerked her arm free, moving with a sharpness that contrasted with her weak appearance. “No need,” she replied, her voice small. “I’ll grab some instant noodles from the corner store.”

But Kristopher, in his usual unyielding manner, simply stated, “I’m hungry too.” His tone was final, leaving no room for argument.

Carrie’s stomach pain flared again, draining the last bit of energy she had to protest. She sighed, her gaze falling on his attire. “Are you seriously going to the night fair dressed like that?” she asked, weakly motioning to his bathrobe.

“I’ll change,” he said without hesitation, already steering her toward the room as if her protests were background noise.

Within minutes, Kristopher was dressed and car keys in hand, ready to take them to the night fair.

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