My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 82:

As Carrie departed, Willow lingered by the window, picked up the phone with a servile tone, and stated, “I’ve relayed everything exactly as you instructed. She appeared quite disturbed. She didn’t even think to confirm with Mr. Norris and just left, looking rather somber. According to her conversation with a friend, she’s heading to Evergreen Plaza.”

In the bustling heart of the Aria Shopping Center, Camille and Carrie strolled out of a candy shop, arm in arm, their spirits high.

Suddenly, Camille’s eyes lit up as she spotted a luxury brand display nearby.

Excited, she pointed at a resplendent dress and exclaimed, “Look at that! It’s perfect for you! If you love it, I’ll get it for you as a makeup gift for last time!”

The dress was an exquisite white, adorned with meticulous embroidery and daring cutouts around the waist, striking a balance between elegance and allure.

Carrie, however, gently waved off the suggestion. “No, I appreciate it, but it’s just too expensive. Plus, maintaining such fancy clothes is a hassle. It’s more than I’d like to spend.”

“But you don’t have to buy it just to try it on,” Camille countered playfully, coaxing Carrie toward the boutique.

With a flourish, Camille swung her new designer handbag onto the counter and cheerfully asked the sales assistant, “Could you please let my friend try on that dress?”

Noticing Camille’s luxurious attire, the sales assistant promptly brightened up, fetched the dress with a smile, and directed, “Miss, the usual fitting room is occupied, but feel free to use the one right here.”

“Just go for it! I’ll wait right here,” Camille urged, settling comfortably on a plush sofa nearby, her gaze wandering around the sparse shop.

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Apart from them, there was only a man seated discreetly behind a partition.

Although only part of his side was visible, his refined posture and the subtle charisma he radiated were unmistakable.

Camille mused to herself that he might be a devoted husband patiently waiting as his wife shopped, secretly admiring his composed demeanor.

Moments later, the fitting room door swung open, and Carrie stepped out, transformed.

Camille’s eyes widened, her gaze lingering in awe as she stepped closer. “Wow! You look absolutely stunning!”

In that moment, a gentle voice interrupted, “Well, Kristopher, what do you think of this?”

Simultaneously, Lise stepped out from another dressing room, adorned in an identical dress.

Behind a nearby partition, a figure rose to his feet—it was Kristopher.

“Seriously? The cocktails at the Oasis Club must have been stronger than I thought to skew my judgment this badly. How could I have ever thought Kristopher was a devoted husband patiently waiting for his wife?”

Kristopher pivoted toward the disturbance, his eyes locking on Carrie.

The dress clung to her, accentuating her graceful silhouette and the daring cutouts along her sides, which drew attention to her delicate waist.

Carrie stood tall, the hem of the dress riding up slightly, showcasing her long, sculpted legs.

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