My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 83:

However, a vivid red scar marred her otherwise flawless skin.

Kristopher’s thoughts drifted to his grandmother’s renowned ointment, recalling how it had nearly erased his cousin’s severe cut from a sculpting accident in mere weeks.

Time had passed, yet Carrie’s scar remained prominent, a stark testament to the severity of her wound.

Carrie caught Kristopher’s gaze and, almost reflexively, sidestepped to shield her leg with a nearby chair.

The presence of her scar always brought a wave of insecurity, especially around him; she felt noticeably lesser.

All she wanted was to disappear from his sight.

She harbored a deep-seated fear of Kristopher witnessing her imperfections, both past and present.

As Kristopher advanced to greet her, Lise tugged at his sleeve with a sugary tone. “Kristopher.”

He shifted toward Lise with a questioning look. “Yes?”noveldrama

Lise twirled in her dress, eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Do I look good in this?”

Though shorter than Carrie, Lise’s dress just brushed her knees, skimming her slender body without enhancing her shape, exuding a sense of gentle innocence rather than allure.

“Yeah, it looks great,” Kristopher assured her, his words lighting up her face.

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With a victorious smirk, Lise approached Carrie. “Ms. Campbell, I wasn’t expecting to bump into you here. I had a little mishap with coffee earlier, and Kristopher brought me here to find something nice. Hope you don’t mind!”

Her smile gleamed as she stood beside Carrie, playful yet provocative. “So, Kristopher, who wore it better—me or Ms. Campbell?”

Kristopher paused for a moment, almost dismissing the question, but then he vividly recalled how that man had tenderly stroked Carrie’s leg. If she had been wearing that particular dress the previous evening, that man’s hands would have been directly on her skin.

Irritation flared up within him, and he remarked with a hint of spite, “You definitely wear it better than she ever could.”

Carrie had no interest in competing with Lise in a beauty contest; she was eager to escape the situation. She turned on her heel, heading toward the fitting room to change back into her own clothes.

Kristopher noticed her nonchalant response to his comment, realizing he may have been too lenient. His voice hardened as he retorted, “What is this even supposed to cover? Is this a dress or a joke? Why can’t you pick something that decently covers you up?”

As Carrie stopped, a sharp sting radiated from the old scars on her leg. Given Kristopher’s recent scrutiny of her legs, she inferred he was implying that her scars were unsightly and needed to be hidden.

Despite still being his lawful wife, his words seemed to suggest that she was bringing shame upon the Norris family. He could have at least pretended to care, even if it were just for appearances. Why must he display his blatant revulsion publicly?

Seeing Carrie’s subdued reaction, Camille assumed she felt threatened and quickly moved to her side. Positioning herself protectively in front of Carrie, she addressed Kristopher in a confrontational tone, “Mr. Norris, can’t you tell the difference between the genuine and the superficial? Or do you truly have such a twisted preference for things that are ugly? Do you honestly think her slender figure surpasses Carrie’s elegance?”

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