My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 71:

He ceased his absent-minded tapping, took the pot, and topped up Carrie’s coffee with newfound enthusiasm. “I’ll reach out to the lead actor and set up a meeting for the two of you to…” he began, only to be cut off by a melodic voice from the doorway.

“Kristopher, this spot is quite near to your office, and it’s really quite lovely. I think I’ll start bringing lunch over so we can eat together during your breaks.”

The voice was not loud, yet in the enveloping silence, it came across as startlingly sharp. Carrie’s heart stuttered. Could it really be that coincidental? Lifting her eyes, she peered through the dangling bead curtain and locked eyes with Kristopher’s piercing, icy stare.

“Kristopher…” Lise, upon noticing his halted steps, turned to follow his gaze and caught sight of Carrie. Her voice was tinged with surprise. “Ms. Campbell?!”

Reacting on impulse, Carrie lifted her hand, but clumsiness took over, sending a pot clattering to the ground. Hot coffee splashed across her hand, painting a bright red burn onto her skin.

Soren, oblivious to the newcomer at the entrance, swiftly turned his attention to Carrie, grabbing a nearby scarf to gently dab at her scalded hand. “I’m so sorry, are you alright? Did that burn?”noveldrama

“What are you doing here, Carrie? You should be home recuperating if you’re ill, not out here, especially not with another man,” Kristopher interjected sharply, his voice heavy with disapproval. “You’re married, Carrie. It’s prudent to maintain a proper distance from other men.”

With a swift motion, Kristopher brushed past the curtain and stepped closer, pulling Carrie’s hand from Soren’s gentle grasp and positioning himself as a barrier between them. His expression was stormy and unreadable. He turned his cold gaze on Soren, evaluating him with a silent accusation. If he had not intervened, Soren might have been too close for comfort.

Kristopher, whose business never crossed paths with the glitzy world of entertainment, didn’t recognize Soren. Likewise, as Kristopher was a figure absent from any media spotlight, Soren did not recognize him either.

Soren opened his mouth to clarify. “We were just. Carrie jerked her arm free from Kristopher’s grasp, her eyes flashing as she warned, “Mind your language. This is my business partner, and we are here strictly for professional reasons.”

She cast a pointed look at Lise, who had trailed in behind Kristopher, and added with a loaded tone, “Unlike you two.” Though she aimed for sarcasm, Carrie’s voice betrayed a touch of bitterness, as if tinged with envy. She had been making a concerted effort to keep her distance from Kristopher, yet somehow, she and this duo always seemed to be in the same place at the same time. It was almost as if fate enjoyed mocking her attempts to avoid them.

No surprise, then, that Kristopher and Lise were the darlings of the online world. In contrast to her strained interactions with Kristopher, Lise seemed to complement him perfectly, almost as if they were genuinely married. This thought only deepened the ache in Carrie’s heart as she reflected on her own faltering marriage over the past two years.

When Carrie’s cutting remark hit its mark, Kristopher bristled, feeling his pride sting in front of the other man. His reply was sharp and cutting. “So this is how you assert your independence? By leaning on other men? If that’s all, why didn’t you just ask me for help?”

Her response was a cold, mocking smile. “Ask you for help? And watch you help someone else take my role? No way.” Kristopher was aware that he was in the wrong, yet his stubbornness prevailed as he scornfully remarked, “What’s so special about acting? You really take your good fortune too lightly. Do you honestly believe success comes that easily?”

Lise, who had been quietly observing their exchange, struggled to keep her smile intact. She had noticed how Kristopher’s gaze had lingered on Carrie ever since he walked into the room. While Kristopher remained indifferent to Lise’s interactions with other men, the sight of Carrie chatting amiably with another man clearly ruffled him. This observation ignited a sharp pang of anxiety in Lise’s heart. With her lips pressed tightly together, she intervened between Kristopher and Carrie, her voice tinged with a shy, youthful timbre. “Ms. Campbell, there seems to be a misunderstanding. I had invited a musician to talk about the theme song for our upcoming show. It just so happens that we’re near Kristopher’s office, and he joined out of concern,” she explained, her tone carrying the confidence of someone accustomed to being favored.

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