My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 38:

“Did you just bite me? What are you, some kind of animal?” Kristopher yelled after her retreating, limping form, eyeing the angry mark on his wrist.

After a brief pause, he shook his hand in irritation and decided against pursuing her.

The phone’s ringtone cut through the air. Kristopher turned away, picked it up abruptly, and demanded, “What now?”

On the other end, Oliver hesitated, sensing Kristopher’s mood was off but unsure why. “Mr. Norris, it’s about Mrs. Norris…”

Before Oliver could continue, Kristopher, still seething, abruptly ended the call.noveldrama

He scanned the area—no sign of Carrie. Pulling down his sleeve to cover the bite, he strode off toward Lise’s hospital room.

Back in the office, Oliver stared at the terminated call, then at the report in his hands detailing Carrie’s injuries from an earlier accident. With a weary exhale, he decided to hold off and share the news when the timing felt calmer.

In the hospital room, Lise reclined on the bed, her complexion ashen and drained after the blood draw. Kristopher settled in beside her, his brow furrowed with worry as he extended a medical report toward her. “Here’s the report. Everything checks out—you really shouldn’t overexert yourself like this again.”

Lise’s lips curled into a playful pout, poised to chide him about the delay in retrieving the report. However, catching the distant look in his eyes, she hesitated. The uncertainty of her place in Kristopher’s life since her return loomed large in her mind. Furthermore, she wrestled with the fear that Kristopher might feel betrayed by her and Elva’s secretive maneuver to usurp Carrie’s role.

With a nervous bite of her lip, Lise gently called out, “Kristopher?”

“What’s wrong?” Kristopher’s tone was brisk, his gaze snapping to her with a hint of anxious concern.

Masking her anxiety with a feigned concern, Lise murmured softly, “I just realized today that the other candidate the director considered was Ms. Campbell. Do you think she might feel that I was deliberately competing against her? I blame myself for not clearing the air sooner. When Elva approached you for help, I should have spoken up…”

Her voice dwindled to a whisper, burdened with guilt. After a brief pause, as if reaching a painful conclusion, Lise began to cry. “I’m sorry, Kristopher. I never meant for you to fight with her. I can step away from this role. There will be other roles I love in the future. Just as long as it means you two won’t argue over me…”

Kristopher’s features relaxed, his expression melting into something gentler at her words.

With a tender gesture, he brushed a stray strand of Lise’s hair behind her ear, his lips curving into a soft smile. “Silly girl, the issues between Carrie and me are not your burden to carry. Focus on your recovery and don’t stress about this. I promised you this role, and I intend to keep that promise, regardless of Carrie’s involvement.”

Lise’s smile flickered through her tears. “Kristopher, you’re too kind to me. How fortunate I am to have met you. But still, I can’t help but feel responsible for the misunderstanding with Ms. Campbell. Maybe you should go and talk to her? I wouldn’t want this to escalate because of me. I’m familiar with this sort of complication; I’ll be alright soon.”

“She’s just caught up in the drama for now. Don’t worry about her,” Kristopher assured her, though the thought of Carrie’s recent thorny attitude brought a frown to his face and a pang of headache.

Just then, Elva walked in with a stack of papers. “Mr. Norris, the test reports have come out. Everything looks good. It’s all under control. What a relief!”

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