My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 56:

Carrie exchanged a brief, unreadable look with Kristopher, silently stepped towards the vehicle, and gracefully lowered herself into the back seat.

“Mrs. Norris, your flowers.” Oliver’s voice broke the brief silence just as Carrie settled in. Before she could politely decline, Oliver was already placing the extravagant bouquet of roses next to her. He shut the door with a soft thud and instructed the driver, “You can go ahead now.”

Resigned, Carrie turned her head to gaze out the window, the conversation outside fading away. The cityscape passed by in a blur as she lost herself in thought, only to be pulled back to reality by the sight of the roses beside her.

These were the first flowers Kristopher had ever given her. Yet, the gesture failed to kindle the warmth she might have hoped for. It was akin to those long-anticipated moments that lose their luster when they finally unfold, leaving no room for surprise.

The following day, just past three in the afternoon, Carrie was adjusting her outfit when her phone buzzed—a call from Kristopher. She paused, her thoughts a whirlwind, before suggesting a casual meeting spot in a nearby neighborhood.

About ten minutes later, a message from Kristopher popped up. “Come down.”

Carrie, with deliberate steps, crossed into the neighboring neighborhood through the back gate. As she emerged, the gleaming silver Maybach parked along the curb caught the eyes of passersby, drawing admiring looks.

Carrie made her way to the car and reached for the passenger door, only to find that Oliver had already swung open the back door.noveldrama

Inside, Kristopher was absorbed in his phone, perched on the opposite seat. With a slight frown, Carrie slipped into the backseat. Focused on carving a niche for herself in the entertainment industry, Carrie knew that hesitation might attract unwelcome attention. Lingering by the car could easily spiral into online gossip if a random snapshot caught her off-guard.

“Drive to the mall first. She needs to pick out a new outfit,” Kristopher remarked nonchalantly, eyeing her outfit briefly before directing Oliver.

Carrie interjected firmly, “No thanks. I just picked this up.”

“If that’s what you want,” Kristopher agreed smoothly, not pressing further. He then instructed Oliver, “Then, let’s proceed to Norris Mansion.”

As the car hummed to life, Kristopher buried himself in his phone, effectively ignoring Carrie’s presence. She exhaled silently, relieved to dodge any potentially clumsy exchanges. Pulling out her phone, she arranged an upcoming discussion with a contact at Silver Elephant Media.

The drive to Norris Mansion was brisk, wrapping up in just over ten minutes. Carrie stepped out of the car and lingered by the curb, catching Kristopher still lost in his phone. She gently nudged him. “We’ve arrived.”

“You go ahead. I’ve got a conference call,” Kristopher muttered, his attention still glued to his smartphone screen.

Carrie responded with silence, her gaze shifting toward the grand entrance of the Norris Mansion. Each visit here stirred a sense of unwelcome in her heart, despite the joy of seeing Melany. The Norris family had always been keen to match Kristopher with prospective brides, only to watch Carrie unexpectedly become his wife.

To the Norris family, Carrie was nothing more than an outsider from humble beginnings, met with covert scorn and deliberate sabotage when Melany’s back was turned. As she neared the mansion, the front doors stood welcomingly open. Drifting out was the buzz of conversation.

“Aunt Billie, have you heard about Carrie’s attempts in showbiz? If only we’d known Kristopher would choose a real-life Cinderella, he might as well have picked Lise. At least she has the drive to succeed internationally, not like Carrie…”

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