My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 43:

“The latest online sentiment regarding Mrs. Norris is quite negative. Would you like me to quell the trending topic?” he asked, his voice laced with hesitation, as he gauged Kristopher’s reaction. The dynamic between Carrie and Kristopher had grown tense recently, leaving Oliver reluctant to take matters into his own hands.

“There’s no need,” Kristopher declared, his tapping ceasing abruptly. His eyes darkened as they landed on the faint bite mark adorning his wrist, and a sardonic smile twisted his lips. “If Carrie thinks she can thrive on her own, let her face this challenge alone. If she falters with something as trivial as a trending topic, how does she expect to survive the cutthroat world of showbiz?”

“Very well, Mr. Norris,” Oliver responded, his tone reflecting relief that he had posed the question. Just as he was about to leave, Kristopher gave a reminder. “However, keep Lise out of this. She’s emotionally fragile, and undue stress could harm her health. Keep an eye on the comments to make sure she doesn’t get caught up in the drama.”

Oliver, taken aback by the unexpected directive, opened his mouth to respond but thought better of it upon seeing Kristopher’s detached expression. He nodded silently and retreated. Kristopher observed Oliver’s hesitancy before the latter exited, but remained indifferent.

Leaning back, Kristopher interlaced his fingers beneath his chin, his thoughts drifting to Carrie. Her determination to leave him and pursue independence, even at the cost of their marriage, was palpable. He was content to wait for her inevitable struggle, believing it would eventually drive her back into his protective embrace. In his mind, she would soon realize the benefits of being Mrs. Norris and the shelter his influence provided. He was prepared to wait for her return, confident in the inevitability of her surrender.

Just then, Kristopher’s phone buzzed insistently. He cast a wary glance at the illuminated screen before reluctantly pressing the answer button. The moment the connection snapped into place, he was greeted by the anxious tones of his grandmother, Melany Norris. Her voice, thick with concern, permeated the line.

“Kristopher, where are you right now? Oliver told me Carrie got hurt. How is she coping with the injury? You know how important appearances are to a young woman. What if it scars? How will she feel confident in skirts again? Make sure you take great care of her!”noveldrama

The mention of an injury widened Kristopher’s eyes in surprise, a flicker of confusion shadowing his features. Yet, he managed to keep his voice steady. “I’m still at the office, Grandma. Her recovery is going smoothly.”

As he spoke, flashes of Carrie’s bandaged leg and the hospital visit surged in his thoughts, connecting the scattered pieces. Carrie had indeed been at the location of the recent fire—possibly hurt during the chaos. A twinge of something, a blend of concern and remorse, tugged subtly at his heartstrings, casting a shadow over his mood.

On the other end of the line, Melany’s voice softened, filled with heartfelt advice. “Kristopher, remember she’s the one you chose to marry. It’s your duty to cherish and protect her. Don’t let your aloof nature push her away, especially now. She’s likely quite shaken by the fire ordeal. Don’t forget to offer her your support and comfort.”

She paused, her tone turning reflective. “Your grandfather and I will be back at the Norris Mansion in a few days. We’d love it if you both could visit. Bring Carrie along, won’t you?”

“Understood,” Kristopher responded curtly, dismissing Melany before hanging up. He promptly dialed an internal number.

“Mr. Norris, how can I help you?” Oliver, who had been called back without warning, wore a look of confusion until he met Kristopher’s steely gaze.

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