My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 158

Chapter 158:

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“Mrs….” After a brief glance at Beverly, Oliver chose his words carefully, skipping over “Mrs. Norris” entirely. Facing Carrie, he explained, “Mr. Norris didn’t mean to come across that way. He spent the entire night searching for you and specifically directed the police to conduct a thorough investigation. His concern for you might have sharpened his words…”

Kristopher had barely left the room when his voice, brimming with dissatisfaction, echoed from the doorway. “Oliver, if you’re planning to stay in the hospital, don’t bother returning.”

“Mr. Norris has a hard time putting his feelings into words. Don’t focus on what he says—pay attention to his actions,” Oliver chimed in quickly, setting down another bag. He darted off, rushing to catch up with Kristopher.

Carrie, reclining against her pillow, didn’t take Oliver’s words seriously. As Kristopher’s closest ally, Oliver was always inclined to present him in a favorable light. Even though they were still technically married, and Kristopher was only doing what was expected of him, Carrie found herself detached and unswayed by these gestures.

Beverly approached to assist Carrie with changing her clothes. As she did, Carrie opened up about the night’s turmoil. “I had no one else to turn to here, so I had to burden you. It’s a rather undignified situation, so I’d appreciate it if you kept this confidential.”

Beverly nodded enthusiastically, her three fingers raised beside her cheek as a pledge. “I swear on my life, not a word about today will pass my lips!”

After her vow, she paused, her gaze lingering on Carrie, filled with curiosity. Carrie offered a subdued smile and said, “If you’re curious about anything, feel free to ask.”

Beverly edged closer and murmured softly, “Are you and Mr. Norris romantically involved?”

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Carrie paused for a moment before replying, “No, it’s quite complicated with us, but I expect it will all be resolved soon.”

Observing Carrie’s earlier aloof interactions with Kristopher, Beverly hastily concluded that he had sought to keep Carrie on the side, a proposition Carrie had evidently rebuffed. Beverly’s admiration for Carrie deepened significantly at this thought.

She nodded earnestly, her voice firm yet gentle. “I understand. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

Carrie’s expression turned pensive, a slight crease forming between her brows.

She considered clarifying the misunderstanding but was interrupted when the nurse reappeared. Overwhelmed and drained, Carrie resigned herself to the nurse’s care, allowing the IV to be administered. Soon, she succumbed to a troubled sleep.

Her dreams were tumultuous, clouded with the shadows of recent ordeals. She saw the stoic visage of Kristopher’s cold look and Lise’s smug smirk.

When Carrie awoke, the IV had already been removed, and she found Beverly sleeping soundly in the adjacent bed. The stark, barren room amplified the coldness enveloping her, and a profound sadness washed over Carrie, leaving her feeling more isolated than ever.

The next day, Carrie finally stirred from her restless sleep at noon. After returning from the hospital, she had texted the director to request a leave of absence and then collapsed onto her bed, cocooned in blankets.

The knock on her door pulled her from her slumber, sharp and insistent. She groaned softly, pressing a hand to her temple as she blinked at her phone. Noon already.

“Carrie? Are you there?” Asher’s familiar voice carried through the door, tinged with concern. “I brought you lunch. Pumpkin millet porridge and chicken soup—free-range chicken, naturally tasty, no seasoning. It’s good for your recovery.”

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