My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 55:noveldrama

At these words, Carrie felt a resurgence of anger just as it had begun to wane. She wanted to confront Kristopher—what was there to explain? Did she need to tell Melany that the rumors of him and Lise were entirely unfounded, that the paparazzi shots and viral gossip were crafted lies?

Nevertheless, Carrie swallowed her retort, choosing silence over confrontation. Melany held a unique place in her heart.

She was the one member of the Norris family who had shown her genuine affection.

Recalling the day she and Kristopher had made their union official, Carrie remembered how Melany had tenderly handed her a cherished family heirloom bracelet, affirming her acceptance in front of the entire Norris family. This heartfelt gesture had fortified Carrie against the less favorable attitudes of other family members, who, despite their disdain, never crossed the line into overt hostility.

Carrie, nurtured by Gracie’s steadfast love, often saw reflections of Gracie’s nurturing spirit in Melany. Motivated by deep emotional bonds and a sense of obligation, Carrie felt compelled to visit the Norris Mansion to reassure Melany, hoping to ease her worries.

Perceiving Carrie’s silence as acquiescence, Kristopher tactfully avoided revisiting their earlier exchange. He gently probed further, “Oliver told me you’ve checked out of the hotel. Where are you staying now? I can drop you off. Or you could consider staying at Bayview Villa tonight to pick out a suitable outfit for tomorrow.”

“Thanks, but no. I can go back alone,” Carrie countered, her tone sharp and unyielding as she turned away from him.

Hearing this, Kristopher held back from pressing the matter. He slightly tilted his head and softly called out, “Oliver.”

Oliver immediately caught on and darted to the roadside to flag down a taxi. Turning his gaze to Carrie, Kristopher spoke with a hint of insistence. “I’ll come to pick you up tomorrow. Get my number off your blacklist, will you?”

Carrie, resolute and unwavering, quickly responded, “No need. An ex should stay out of sight and out of mind. If there’s anything urgent, Mr. Norris, you can pass it through Oliver via email.”

A chuckle escaped Kristopher as he regarded her with a mixture of amusement and frustration. “Carrie, must you always talk to me with such sharpness? Doesn’t this constant bickering weary you?”

But before she could retort, Kristopher made a swift move and snatched her phone from her grasp. Jolted by his action, Carrie lunged forward in an attempt to retrieve it. Kristopher, a slight smirk playing on his lips, raised his arm high, the phone just out of reach.

He easily bypassed her security, using his birthday—a code she’d forgotten to update. Carrie cursed herself silently for the oversight. She stretched repeatedly on her toes, reaching for the phone, but their height difference thwarted her efforts every time.

Like a doll being maneuvered by Kristopher’s antics, she finally ceased her futile attempts and stood quietly beside him, her resolve fading. Kristopher didn’t just remove his number from the blacklist. He also took the liberty of adding himself back as a contact in her WhatsApp before handing back the phone.

Considering she might need to contact him the following day, Carrie hesitated for a moment but then decided against blocking him again. She pocketed her phone and walked towards the roadside, her mind a tumult of thoughts.

As Oliver hailed a taxi and swung open the rear door, he gestured gracefully. “Mrs. Norris, please get in.”

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