My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 96:

Carrie shrugged with a nonchalance that could have rivaled the wind ignoring a falling leaf. “Yes, that’s right. I’m the big bad villain here. Satisfied? Or was there more you needed to lecture me about? If not, consider it noted.”

She turned to leave, but Kristopher blocked her path. “You’re not going anywhere without taking me inside.”

Carrie folded her arms, her gaze unwavering. “I’m not in the mood. Find another way in.”

Kristopher let out a humorless laugh, his frustration evident. “You’re holding my invitation. Why can’t I go in?”

Carrie’s frown deepened. She had arrived with Soren. When exactly had Kristopher given her an invitation?

Their heated exchange drew Soren’s attention. He approached, first nodding at Kristopher before addressing Carrie. “What’s happening?”

The waiter, visibly flustered, saw Soren as a potential mediator. Before Carrie could respond, he blurted out, “Mr. Rodgers, this gentleman claims he gave his invitation to this lady.”

Soren quickly comprehended the situation. He understood the waiter believed Kristopher was attempting to crash the event. “This is a business partner of Mr. Bowman and the CEO of Norris Group,” Soren explained to the waiter. “Obtaining an invitation is no challenge for him. There’s been a misunderstanding. Return to your duties; I’ll escort Mr. Norris inside.”

Relieved, the waiter hurried away.

Soren turned to Kristopher, providing additional context. “Carrie came with me because Mr. Bowman invested in our new drama. She only carried a small clutch today, which couldn’t accommodate an invitation. I believe you’ve misunderstood, Mr. Norris.”

Kristopher realized his mistake. Yet, a familiar irritation bubbled beneath the surface. Why had she come with this flashy man when she could have secured her own invitation? Was she deliberately trying to provoke him?

Initially intending to speak with Billie, Kristopher now hesitated, unwilling to appear foolish in front of Soren. He removed his suit jacket, draping it over Carrie. “What on earth are you wearing? I won’t argue about the past, but come back with me now.”

Carrie stepped back, evading the jacket. “I’ll wear whatever I choose. Since when do I need an ex-husband’s permission for my clothing?”

“We’re still technically married.” Kristopher’s voice turned glacial.

“I’ve moved out and submitted divorce papers.” Carrie stood her ground. “If you refuse to agree, once the separation period ends, I’ll have the court enforce it.”

Clifton noticed the commotion and approached. “Mr. Norris, I didn’t know you were coming.”

Sensing Carrie’s discomfort, Soren intervened. “Mr. Norris, some investors are interested in our film’s progress. I’ll take Carrie to speak with them. Apologies for the lack of hospitality; I’ll treat you to dinner later to make up for it.”

Carrie shot Soren a grateful glance and followed him.

Clifton, ever the observer, chuckled as he watched. “The woman Mr. Rodgers brought is quite the beauty. At first, I thought she might be his new muse. But both of them insist otherwise.”noveldrama

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