My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 155

Chapter 155:

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The nurse spoke warmly, “That’s very thoughtful of you. There aren’t many options around here at this hour.”

Carrie forced a weak smile. Refusing would seem ungrateful, so she murmured, “Thank you, Mr. Crawford.”

Nate nodded graciously and turned to the nurse. “Could you help her change?”

But before the nurse could take the bag, the air in the room shifted. A tall figure strode in, his presence commanding and unyielding.

“Thank you, Mr. Crawford, for your help today. It’s late, and my wife isn’t feeling well. We’ll repay your kindness another time.” Kristopher’s tone was cold and distant. Though polite on the surface, his words carried an unmistakable dismissal.

Carrie’s breath caught as she looked up at him. His sudden arrival startled her, but a strange sense of relief washed over her.

He still wore the light-colored jacket from earlier that night, his posture radiating authority. His outfit had little to do with the authority his presence commanded.

Without needing embellishment or words, Kristopher’s presence filled the room, leaving Nate in his shadow.

Nate’s confident smile wavered for a moment before he regained his composure. “Of course,” he said smoothly, extending the bag toward Kristopher. “I’ll leave it to you, then. Please take care of Ms. Campbell.”

Kristopher didn’t move to take the bag, his gaze hard and unyielding. Standing taller than Nate, he looked down at him with subtle but unmistakable disdain.

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This made Nate uncomfortable, but he maintained a calm demeanor.

The tension was interrupted by Oliver rushing in, carrying several bags. He glanced around, quickly piecing together the scene.

“Mrs. Norris’s clothes have arrived,” Oliver announced, walking over to Kristopher. “The options here are limited, but I’ve brought the best I could find. I hope they’ll suffice,” Oliver explained to Carrie in an apologetic tone.

Oliver presented the clothes—lesser-known luxury brands but impeccably chosen. His efficiency and attention to detail made Nate’s simple bag of hospital pajamas look pitiful in comparison.

The room grew quiet. Nate’s earlier gesture, once thoughtful, now seemed like a feeble afterthought. His words and actions no longer measured up. The difference in their capabilities and attentiveness was immediately apparent.

Nate’s smile faltered. He placed the bag on a chair, masking his discomfort with a casual air. “I’ll check on you tomorrow, Carrie,” he said lightly.

Carrie, however, had made up her mind. Her voice was firm and clear. “No need, Mr. Crawford. I’ll be going home with my husband after the injection.”

The word “husband” slipped from Carrie’s lips like the whisper of a spring breeze, delicate and fleeting. Yet to Kristopher, it was like the first ray of sunlight breaking through a storm—warm and soothing. A rare contentment filled him, smoothing the sharp edges of his normally guarded demeanor.

He reached for a bag Oliver handed him, settling into the chair by the bed. His lips curled into a soft smile, one that could disarm even the coldest of hearts. “Let me help you change,” he said tenderly, his voice low and intimate, the very picture of a devoted husband.

Carrie twitched her lips in silent derision. If this man ever stepped onto a movie set, he’d sweep the Oscars with performances like these, she thought wryly.

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