My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 164

Chapter 164:

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“It’s not about being overheard,” Carrie interrupted, her voice lowering further, a serious glint in her eyes. She brushed a rebellious curl from her face and continued softly, “I’ve already presented Kristopher with the divorce papers. I must insist, the title doesn’t fit me any longer.”

There was a moment of silence as Oliver processed her words, then raised the package again and remarked, “Ms. Campbell, I apologize. Mr. Norris remains concerned about your well-being, though. He’s even included some specialty desserts in there, thinking you might enjoy them during your breaks today.”

Not wanting to trouble Oliver, Carrie accepted the package with a small nod and asked nonchalantly, “So, where’s Kristopher?”

Oliver responded promptly, “We’re set to head back today.”

“Mr. Norris was up at dawn to visit the church in the town.”

Every visit to Foxfire County found Kristopher at the church, always alone. Despite his skepticism and lack of faith in anything beyond his own ability to shape his destiny, his church visits were never about worship or seeking divine favor.

Carrie remembered a past discussion they’d had over barbecue at a night fair; it had been over a decade since Kristopher’s first trip to Foxfire County. She ventured cautiously, “Has Kristopher ever brought Li… or someone else here before?” Mid-sentence, she hesitated, catching herself before fully saying Lise’s name.

Although Carrie rephrased her inquiry, Oliver caught the drift and answered straightforwardly, “No, Mr. Norris has never visited Foxfire County with Ms. Nash.”

To reinforce his point, as though doubting Carrie’s readiness to accept his word, Oliver added, “Ms. Nash prefers the energy of big cities.”

He implied that Lise was not fond of the tranquil, pastoral settings like Foxfire County. Considering it wasn’t with Lise, Kristopher was likely just a boy on his earlier visits, probably accompanied by friends or family.

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬.𝐜𝐨𝐦

“Thanks. I’ll take my leave now,” Carrie said, clearly not intending to dwell on the subject any longer.

Oliver remarked, “Mr. Norris has been quite thorough with your case. The two men in custody are being denied bail and face at least ten years behind bars, so there’s no need for concern on your end.”

“Would you mind expressing my thanks to your boss?” Carrie requested, leaving her message before hastening toward the gate.

Watching her depart, Oliver paused in contemplation before texting, “Mr. Norris, I’ve delivered the items to Mrs. Norris. She seems quite worried about you and was curious about your whereabouts.”

She deeply appreciates your efforts.”

Kristopher, notorious for his lack of interest in messages, broke his usual pattern by responding almost immediately with a curt “Got it.”

Oliver let out a relieved exhale, inwardly reflecting on the power of carefully chosen words.

By the roadside at the inn entrance, the crew’s car waited. Spotting them, Carrie quickened her pace, apologizing, “Sorry for the delay!”

As Carrie climbed into the car, an unexpected shiver raced down her spine, like a whisper of unseen eyes watching her from the shadows. She snapped her head around, her heart thumping loudly in the quiet, but the road lay abandoned, devoid of any life.

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