My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 176:

When his eyes met Carrie’s, the usual coldness in his gaze melted away, replaced by a tenderness that caught even Carrie off guard. “Honey,” he said softly, “are you tired? Let me take you somewhere to rest.”

The lady who had just chastised Carrie froze, her expression betraying her shock. Weren’t they on the verge of divorce? Kristopher seemed more affectionate than ever, even more so than when they were newlyweds.

Even Billie’s face darkened slightly. She had hoped Carrie would tire of this charade and walk away willingly. Yet now, Kristopher’s behavior suggested he had no intention of letting her go.

Carrie, unsettled by his uncharacteristic display, awkwardly replied, “I’m not tired. You don’t need to worry about me.”

To the onlookers, however, it seemed as though Carrie was being deliberately coy, basking in her husband’s attention. They expected Kristopher to be displeased, but instead, he surprised them further.

Pulling over a nearby chair, he sat down beside her. And to their astonishment, he gently pulled Carrie onto his lap. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he murmured, “Then I’ll stay by your side.”

Carrie jolted upright from Kristopher’s lap, and the next second, she was startled by the icy weight of Billie’s disapproving stare.

Alright then. She was too slow. Again.

Billie’s gaze cut through her, an unspoken judgment hanging in the air. Carrie shrank back instinctively, dropping her eyes to the floor, willing herself to disappear.

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Nearby, Billie’s friend, with a smug smile, broke the tension. “Billie, your daughter-in-law is so delicate, she can’t even stand for a moment,” the woman said, her tone dripping with feigned concern. “Unlike my youngest daughter, who’s been sturdy since childhood and manages all the chores at home.”

Carrie stiffened. Was this woman trying to sell her daughter?

Oddly, she felt a flicker of relief. At least the spotlight had shifted.

She stepped back, trying to blend into the wallpaper.noveldrama

Billie’s lips curved slightly, her tone cordial but cool. “Are you talking about Zaria? She’s always been a delight. Why didn’t she join us today?”

The woman’s chest swelled with pride. “Oh, she’s in France right now, attending a culinary program. Quite prestigious, you know.”

“Impressive,” Billie replied, her voice warm with interest. “Do bring her by sometime. I’d love to taste her cooking. Kristopher has always been fond of French cuisine.”

The casual remark sent an unmistakable undercurrent through the room, as if Billie had drawn up a contract in midair.

Kristopher, silent until now, adjusted his sleeve and rose smoothly to his feet. His tone was calm, cutting. “There’s no need to consider my preferences when selecting chefs or housekeepers for the Norris Mansion. After all, I’m rarely home.”

The room fell silent.

What had begun as an attempt at matchmaking had swiftly turned into an impromptu job interview.

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