My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 80:

While she could question his integrity and emotions, his physical appearance was beyond reproach.

A sardonic grin played on Kristopher’s lips as he looked at her and teased, “Had your fill of the view?”

Caught red-handed, Carrie’s reply came with a tinge of discomfort. “Well, you’re right there—what else should I be looking at?”

Kristopher averted his gaze, casually rising to get dressed.

His voice held a mix of jest and earnestness as he mused, “I’m starting to wonder whether you truly want a divorce, or if you’re just playing coy to catch my eye.”

“You’re reading too much into this. I have no interest in you,” Carrie responded, her tone flat as she turned her head away.

Kristopher’s face remained impassive as he countered bluntly, “And who was it that seduced me in the car yesterday and clung to me throughout the night? Wasn’t that you?”

“I was drunk,” Carrie began, abruptly realizing she was inadvertently admitting guilt.noveldrama

She checked herself, sat up straight, and retorted with calculated disdain, “If I were trying to seduce you, why would I end up throwing up? Clearly, it’s my body’s reflexive resistance.”

This revelation aligned perfectly with Kristopher’s earlier suspicions.

However, even with Carrie’s confession, he found himself reluctant to accept it. “Who knows what kind of trick you’re trying to pull now?” he said.

Carrie was at a loss for words. “Why waste time speculating? Just sign the divorce papers and let’s end this,” she countered.

Kristopher buttoned his shirt, casting a skeptical glance her way. “Do you think getting a divorce is like calling off a casual relationship? Something you can decide on a whim and then backtrack if you change your mind? Or perhaps you believe you run the courthouse?”

Carrie’s laugh was tinged with frustration. “How did your ego escape my notice all this time? What part of what I’ve said even hints at wanting to get back together? If you’re that concerned, we could include a stipulation in the divorce decree that bars any possibility of remarrying each other.”

“This is futile. I have more important things to do than argue with you,” Kristopher declared dismissively, striding out the door.

Left alone, Carrie lingered on the bed, her mind slowly piecing together the events of the previous night.

She had been sick all over Kristopher. Considering how self-centered he usually was, why didn’t he just leave her to handle the mess on her own?

Yet somehow, they had ended up back in bed together.

Could it be that he had stayed to take care of her after all?

Not long after, the door swung open once more.

This time, it was the overbearing housekeeper, Willow, whom Kristopher had recently employed.

She swept into the room with a sense of ownership, quietly complaining about the ceaseless work.

Upon noticing Carrie awake, Willow didn’t hesitate to air her grievances. “I dressed you in fresh clothes and tucked you into the guest room last night.”

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