My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 660:

At Kristopher’s words, Carrie turned abruptly, giving him a cold, detached stare. “It seems, Mr. Norris, that you only want what you can’t have.”

Kristopher stumbled over his response, taken aback by her sharp comment.

Setting her plate aside, Carrie said to Reece, “Reece, it’s a bit stifling in here. Could we step outside for a breath of fresh air?”

Reece then turned to Daxton purposefully, saying, “Daxton, would you mind accompanying Carrie for a stroll?”

His request was directed at Daxton, but his eyes warned Kristopher, hinting at an unspoken reminder.

Earlier that day, Reece had openly introduced himself as Carrie’s cousin. Now Kristopher knew she was single. This seemed to encourage him anew. Reece realized it was crucial to find a dependable partner for Carrie, someone who could keep Kristopher’s persistent advances at bay.

“Of course,” Daxton said, setting aside his glass and escorting Carrie out. Carrie passed Kristopher with the aloofness of a stranger, barely acknowledging his presence.

The onlookers, too intimidated to approach her, continued to sneak peeks at Carrie.

Daxton cast a subtly victorious look back at Kristopher, a silent taunt.

Hidden under his sleeve, Kristopher’s fist clenched tightly. He wished he could turn back time; he would have hidden Carrie away, shielding her beauty from everyone’s eyes.

Arion, puzzled by the unfolding events, decided to follow, saying, “I’ll join too.”

Camille, quickly understanding Reece’s strategy, caught hold of Arion’s arm. “Arion, I’m not familiar with this place. With Daxton accompanying Carrie, perhaps you could show me around?”

Reece chimed in, “Miss Nixon is very close to Carrie. She’d be quite upset if you didn’t take good care of her friend, Arion.”noveldrama

Upon hearing that, Arion stopped in his tracks and faced Camille. “They say the bartender here makes a mean cocktail. Are you into drinks? I’d love to show you.”

The moment Carrie and Daxton made it outdoors, a maid came rushing toward them, tray in hand.

In her haste, the maid collided with Carrie, causing the juice to drench her outfit.

“I’m terribly sorry, Ms. Campbell. It was unintentional,” the maid stammered, her face turning pale as she desperately attempted to remove the stains from Carrie’s outfit.

Yet, the more she tried to clean it, the deeper the dragon fruit juice set into the fabric.

Overwhelmed by the situation, the maid was close to breaking down. Daxton asked, “Is there an extra outfit you can wear? This will need dry cleaning.”

Tears streaming, the maid managed to explain, “There’s a guest lounge upstairs stocked with new clothes for situations like this.”

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