My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 689:

A flicker of panic crossed Carrie’s face before she quickly masked it with defiance. “Why not? I can buy it for my aunt if I want to.”

“Your aunt?” Kristopher pressed, his smirk deepening. “Then why did you just say it was for you?”

Before Carrie could respond, Kyson stepped forward, his expression calm but his voice firm. “I don’t think Carrie needs to explain herself to you, Mr. Norris. And besides, you’re divorced. It’s really inappropriate for your assistant to call her Mrs. Norris. Carrie has every right to be upset about that.”

“Besides,” Kyson added with a pointed smirk, “she has a good relationship with Melany. Isn’t it perfectly natural for her to give her a gift? Or does the Norris family have some unwritten rule that forbids any contact after divorce?”

Kyson’s gaze sharpened, his tone turning faintly mocking. “If that’s the case, I can only say it’s absurd.”noveldrama

“Mr. Webster, you really are good with words,” Kristopher said, his tone dry as he adjusted his cuffs. His gaze lazily shifted to Kyson, his smirk almost imperceptible. “Anyone who didn’t know better might think you’re a comedian.”

Kristopher continued, his words deliberate and slow, “And since you’re so keen on post-divorce interactions, it’s only natural for me to show a bit of concern for my ex-wife’s daily life, don’t you think?”

Carrie felt a flicker of irritation. She hadn’t realized until now how cutting Kristopher could be. His words were like sharp barbs, landing precisely where they’d sting the most.

Breaking the tension, Daxton turned to Carrie, his tone gentle. “Is there anything else you’d like to see? If not, we should head to lunch.”

“There’s nothing else. Let’s go,” Carrie said, looping her arm through Daxton’s and turning to leave. She had barely taken a step when she paused and looked back toward Kyson. “Mr. Webster, please take care of Marina—”

Before she could finish, the fitting room door opened with a flourish.

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“I just went to try on clothes, and you’re already ditching me? That’s awful! We came as a group of three. Shouldn’t we leave together?”

Marina stepped out, wearing a fitted purple dress that hugged her figure. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was a trace of playfulness in her pout as she gazed at Carrie with mock betrayal.

She twirled lightly, the fabric shimmering under the boutique’s soft lighting. Turning to Kyson, she grinned. “Kyson, how do I look? I thought Carrie looked stunning in purple the other day, so I wanted to try it for myself.”

Kyson reached out to ruffle her hair affectionately. “You’re my little princess. You look good in everything.”

Marina beamed before turning her attention back to Carrie. Tilting her head, she asked eagerly, “Does it look good?”

Marina’s usual style leaned trendy and bold, but this dress gave her an almost ethereal elegance. It was different, but it worked.

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