My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 95:

Growing irritated, Kristopher curtly responded, “I’m in a meeting. If you’re upset, just bring her back.”

Billie’s sarcasm dripped through the phone. “Bring her back? She won’t even listen to me! You won’t come, will you? My words carry less weight than a servant’s in our home.”

Kristopher, sensing her anger nearing a boil, relented with a weary sigh. “Fine. I’ll come now.”

Twenty minutes later, Kristopher strode into the venue, his face etched with irritation. The toll of back-to-back meetings, late nights, and the demands of a new project weighed on him. Yet here he was, dragged into a melodrama he’d much rather avoid.

His sharp eyes scanned the room until they landed on Carrie, standing by the dessert table, her laughter ringing like a bell as she chatted with a cluster of sharply dressed men. The curve-hugging dress she wore made him bristle. It was a hair’s breadth from inappropriate, almost provocative—a world away from the reserved elegance he associated with her.

He couldn’t help but blame Camille’s influence. Determined to end this spectacle quickly, Kristopher took a decisive step forward, only to find himself blocked by a waiter.

“Sir, may I see your invitation?” the waiter asked, polite but firm.

Kristopher’s expression darkened, and he gestured toward Carrie. “That’s my wife.The invitation’s with her.”

The waiter, who had seen Carrie enter with Soren, studied Kristopher carefully. His shirt cuffs were messily rolled, and his suit lacked any distinguishing logos. While many tried to crash such events, something about Kristopher’s refined demeanor gave the waiter pause. Unsure of his identity, the waiter hesitated to turn him away directly.

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“I’ll check with the lady,” the waiter said cautiously before approaching Carrie.noveldrama

“Madam, there’s a gentleman at the entrance who claims to be with you. Could you please confirm?”

Carrie followed his gesture and spotted Kristopher near the door. His usual air of polished composure was replaced by a hurried, slightly unkempt look. Her mind raced. For him to show up like this, it had to involve Lise.

Her stomach churned. Did Lise call him over to stir up trouble? She had just turned down Lise’s so-called kindness, and now Kristopher was here, likely to play the gallant protector. The timing was too convenient to be a mere coincidence.

Swallowing her frustration, Carrie forced herself to walk toward the entrance. At a party like this, getting an invitation wouldn’t have been a problem for Kristopher. She had overheard Kailee mentioning spare invites earlier—Kristopher must have passed one to Lise.

Was this Lise’s new strategy? Stirring up chaos by dragging Kristopher into the mess? Carrie bit back a sigh. What a cunning move.

Carrie approached Kristopher, her expression as sharp as shattered glass. “If you’re here to attend the party, maybe you should go find your dream girl instead.”

Kristopher’s jaw tightened as he looked at her, the warmth she had just shown to other men replaced by a chill so cold it could freeze fire. Her indifference stung more than he cared to admit.

“What kind of nonsense is that?” he snapped, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Why do you always drag Lise into this? At first, I thought you were just mistaken about her, but now I’m starting to see what she meant—you’re targeting her deliberately!”

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