My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 74:

Carrie was genuinely elated for Camille, though she couldn’t help but envy the independence that Camille enjoyed. She harbored hopes that one day, she might also seize such freedom for herself.

As their conversation flowed, the taxi pulled up to their intended destination. Exiting the vehicle, Carrie trailed behind Camille into the chic façade of the “Oasis Club.” She gazed upward at the sign, its modern, sleek lighting exuding a sense of style without any hint of gaudiness.

Yet, the atmosphere was heavy with the heady aroma of alcohol, and the intersecting beams of light, coupled with bursts of music leaking from the private rooms, unmistakably marked it as a bastion of the nightlife. The expressions on the faces of the patrons, both men and women, were subtly laced with flirtatious intent.

Having never ventured into such an establishment before, Carrie hesitated. “Why don’t we find somewhere to enjoy a decent meal? What’s the big deal about this place anyway?” she remarked playfully.

With a confident grin, Camille draped an arm around Carrie’s shoulders and guided her, following the waiter into a secluded room. “Oh, the food isn’t lacking here! Tonight, I’m going to introduce you to the thrill of the nightlife,” she declared with a twinkle in her eye.

As Carrie settled into her seat, a procession of young men entered, their presence making the spacious room suddenly seem quite snug. Each of them stood over six feet tall, sporting broad shoulders and trim waists—a sight that could easily place them among the ranks of second-tier celebrities.

This must be what people refer to as “toy boys” online. Carrie had never stepped foot in a place like this before. Yet, even without firsthand experience, the tableau unfolding before her painted a clear picture of its infamous reputation.

“Enjoy yourself, Miss!” the boys chorused, their voices smooth as honey but startling Carrie all the same.

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Camille, however, remained unfazed, as if she’d walked these gilded halls many times. She nudged Carrie with an elbow and gestured toward a young man leaning nonchalantly against the far wall. “Look at the one on the far right,” she said, a wicked smirk curling her lips. “Doesn’t he remind you of that jerk Kristopher?”

Carrie followed Camille’s gaze, her eyes landing on the boy. Under the dim, moody lighting, his sharp features did bear a fleeting resemblance to Kristopher’s, though the comparison left a sour taste. “A little,” she admitted, nodding reluctantly.

With a casual wave, Camille beckoned the boy over. “Come and keep Carrie company,” she instructed, her confidence palpable.

The Kristopher lookalike approached, smoothly uncorking a wine bottle. “Miss, would you prefer poker or dice?” he asked, settling beside Carrie.

Carrie’s body immediately stiffened. Despite the plush sofa, she sat rigidly, her posture reminiscent of a disciplined schoolgirl. Her physical reactions had always been brutally honest—a testament to her emotional sensitivity. Though undeniably attractive, the boy evoked no desire in her. Instead, she felt a subtle sense of repulsion, her body instinctively recoiling.

Camille, observing Carrie’s discomfort, spoke with a mix of frustration and pragmatism. “Kristopher and his mistress have likely been intimate countless times. You’re practically divorced—why cling to your principles?”

Recognizing the difficulty of changing someone’s nature, Camille turned to the boys. “My friend doesn’t enjoy physical contact. Drinks and games only. Understood?”noveldrama

Carrie’s grip tightened around the wineglass handed to her. If Kristopher could find someone else, why couldn’t she? Good men might be as rare as diamonds, but there was no shortage of men in the world. Why should she resign herself to loneliness after cutting ties with the Norris family?

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