My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 147

Chapter 147:

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Carrie’s mind flickered to the last time they had done this—gazing at the seaside under the stars. That night, she had fallen asleep during the drive, only to be awoken at dawn to a sight that took her breath away. The sun, a molten gold orb, rose from the horizon, merging sea and sky in a seamless expanse of warmth and light.

Those moments, she realized, must have been ones he shared countless times with Lise, woven into the fabric of his habits. Repeated with her. Perfected with her. What moved Carrie might have been routine for him, echoes of a love he had given someone else.

Carrie brushed past him without meeting his gaze and walked toward the car. Her voice was cool, clipped. “I have a script to write and lines to memorize for tomorrow. I don’t have your kind of leisure, Mr. Norris.”

Kristopher followed without a word, his own expression hardening. His strides were deliberate, closing the distance between them before she could move away. His gaze dropped briefly to her lips before his hand reached out. Gently, yet uninvited, he wiped the corner of her mouth, lingering a second too long.

“You just finished eating the shrimp I peeled for you,” he said, his tone low and magnetic, though his words carried an edge. “And now you’re turning your back on me? You’re really like a pet biting the hand that feeds it.” His voice was a smooth hum, but it wrapped around her like a vice.

Carrie’s stomach tightened, the intimacy in his proximity soured by the memory of past humiliations. She met his gaze with a cold, brittle smile. “Yes, Mr. Norris. In your eyes, I’m just a dog. You pay, and I wag my tail. Isn’t there a friend of yours who spent millions of dollars on a dog? Birds of a feather, right? Same circle, same mindset.”

Kristopher froze. The faintest flicker of confusion passed through his eyes, but he masked it quickly. Twice now, someone had alluded to this story. He made a mental note—once back in Orkset, he would find out who had spent a fortune on a dog.

The streetlights cast their glow over her face, accentuating her lifted chin and defiant glare. Her beauty was striking in that moment—cold yet exquisite, like a rose bathed in moonlight. Something primal stirred within him, a need so sudden and overwhelming it eclipsed his better judgment. Without warning, Kristopher leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a forceful kiss.

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Carrie froze, her breath catching in shock. This was no tender reconciliation. The moment, already heavy with tension, now felt suffocating. Her mind spiraled, unbidden thoughts flooding in. Did he kiss Lise like this? Was this yet another habit carried over, another memory she would never live up to?

The thought churned her stomach. Images of his devotion to Lise surfaced unbidden, memories of how he had resisted every temptation Aspyn threw at him and remained faithful. A painful clarity settled in her chest: she was nothing more than a substitute in his story.

Revulsion bloomed within her, swift and unrelenting. Carrie braced her hands against his chest, pushing with all her strength. He responded by pulling her closer, his arm firm around her waist, leaving no room to escape. Fury surged within her. She tilted her head and bit down hard on his lower lip. The coppery taste of blood spilled into her mouth as he hissed, jerking back. He almost cursed her, but he stopped himself at the last second.

Kristopher touched his lip, his fingers coming away stained red. He stared at the blood for a moment before letting out a low, bitter laugh. “You’re heartless,” he muttered, his voice icy.

Carrie’s eyes blazed as she met his gaze. “And you?” she shot back, her tone colder still. “You’re no different.” The tension between them was unbearable now, thick enough to choke.

Carrie glanced at the car waiting behind him, then made her decision. Staying would feel like surrender.

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