My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 140

Chapter 140:

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The light in Kristopher’s eyes dimmed, replaced by a steely coldness. Back when they were newlyweds, Carrie had often shared tales of her childhood, including one about a troublesome dog that relentlessly barked at passersby. Her words now cleverly hinted at a deeper meaning.

Kristopher clenched his jaw tight, managing a forced chuckle. With a casual nod towards the steaming plate of spicy boiled beef before him, he suggested to Oliver, “Why don’t you take this to the crew for a taste test? The chef hails from Hico, and his recipes are the real deal.”

A faint spark lit up in Carrie’s eyes, her lips curling into a subtle smile—it was a dish she had always enjoyed. That infuriating man, tormenting her one moment and charming her the next!

The room’s tension lifted as everyone interpreted Kristopher’s words as making peace. A collective sigh rippled through the group, shoulders relaxing and glances exchanged in quiet gratitude. Sammy was quick to break the ice, encouraging everyone to dig in.

“Give today’s specials a try. In addition to our chef from Hico, we’ve also got a new expert in Bridgan cuisine onboard. The seafood is freshly flown in today—it’s superb.”

Aspyn cradled her bowl, using it to obscure most of her face while she stole furtive glances at Kristopher. The man before her moved with a languid, almost mesmerizing elegance, his every gesture like a subtle performance of quiet authority and noble refinement. Even while dining, he maintained an air of sophistication. His charm eclipsed even Asher’s!

As she pondered over her future with a partner more dazzling than her beloved star, Aspyn felt a sweetness envelop her heart, as if it were bathed in honey. Imaginary scenes from numerous romantic dramas flickered through her thoughts.

Moments later, Sammy unveiled his prized stash of homemade liquor, the glint in his eye hinting at its special significance. Upon tasting, everyone lavished praise on it, exclaiming, “This is the real deal, strong enough!” One of his colleagues added, with a sycophantic smile, “This is Mr. Gray’s exclusive reserve, crafted from only the choicest ingredients. Without a VIP like Mr. Norris here, we wouldn’t even get a sip. It’s our good fortune that you’re here.”

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The head of the construction firm, his cheeks tinged pink from alcohol, chuckled heartily as he hoisted his drink. “Oysters and this exceptional liquor… today truly is…

“A feast of champions! Although Foxfire County might be quaint, it’s brimming with beautiful women. We know a great club. How about it, Mr. Norris? Care to join us for a bit of fun tonight?”

Kristopher’s response was less enthusiastic. He barely sipped from his raised glass before setting it down with a thud, sending droplets flying across the table. The bustling energy of the room suddenly vanished; even the film crew at three nearby tables stopped their conversations and turned to stare.

Carrie paid no attention to Kristopher, acting as though he didn’t exist, her focus entirely on savoring her meal. The table overflowed with dishes, and after such an exhausting day, hungry hands eagerly spun the lazy Susan in a never-ending whirl. She had been too timid to fight for food earlier, but now, with everyone momentarily distracted, she seized the opportunity to satisfy her hunger.

To her, Kristopher was nothing more than another face in the crowd. Whether he was irritated or content was of no consequence to her. In her eyes, no man could rival the allure of a good meal!

Kristopher’s gaze shifted to Carrie, who was still absorbed in her meal, oblivious to the tension around her. A cold, hard glint flickered in his eyes. Could she truly be so indifferent? They were openly encouraging her husband to meet other women, yet she sat there calmly, still managing to eat?

His hand clenched around the glass so tightly that the veins on his wrist throbbed visibly, a silent testament to the storm brewing within him. A wave of rage surged within him, yet he restrained himself from lashing out at her. His face set into a stern, foreboding expression.

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