My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 172

Chapter 172:

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Carrie’s smile was like the first rays of spring sunlight brushing away the frost, unveiling a hidden warmth and elegance that left Kristopher momentarily speechless.

He had always been cautious of women who stirred trouble, especially within the intricate dynamics of his own family. In the past, Kailee had frequently lobbed passive-aggressive remarks at Carrie. Whenever Kristopher noticed, he would offer words of advice. Carrie would invariably respond with a soft smile, dismissing the tension as inconsequential. But he was a lion—how could his partner be a meek rabbit?

The Carrie before him now awakened something inexplicable deep within his core.

“Kailee,” Carrie spoke, her voice a delicate instrument of precision. “You’ve been persistently hounding me about this gift. Those who understand you might interpret your actions as consideration. But to the uninitiated, it might appear you simply cannot bear to see me succeeding.” Her tone danced between playfulness and surgical insight, effortlessly exposing Kailee’s underlying motivations.

Kailee’s face soured, her exasperation evident. “Since you’ve prepared a gift, why not reveal it? Why keep us in suspense?”

Carrie turned to Melany with genuine affection. “The gift I’ve prepared is a performance. I’ll share it with you after dinner.”

Kristopher adjusted his cuff, his eyebrows arching with surprise. He hadn’t anticipated Carrie preparing such a gift, and curiosity bubbled within him. Though she remained the same person, something had fundamentally transformed—she continually defied his expectations.

Kailee’s sarcastic laugh cut through the moment. “A performance? Surely you’re not planning some melodramatic spectacle for everyone’s entertainment?”

Carrie embodied calm dignity, while Kailee’s exaggerated reactions seemed almost vulgar by comparison.

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Melany’s stern voice rang out. “Enough!”

Kailee froze, her defiance retreating as quickly as it had surfaced. In her eagerness to outwit Carrie, she’d forgotten one crucial fact—Melany wasn’t someone you crossed lightly. As a distant relative of the Norris family, Kailee knew her place; she wasn’t in a position to scold Melany’s granddaughter-in-law.

The tide shifted in the crowd, their earlier whispers about Carrie now turning into quiet criticisms of the Myers family. Remarks about their declining business and Kailee’s lack of decorum floated through the air like leaves carried on an unforgiving wind. Kailee felt the sting of their judgment. She glanced around, searching for an ally, her eyes landing on Billie. Yet Billie’s attention was elsewhere, her focus drawn to Albin, who was tapping away on his phone with a smile that spoke of secret amusement.

Kailee’s instincts kicked in, and she immediately sensed trouble. As Kristopher and Carrie flanked Melany, guiding her gracefully into the villa, Kailee’s gaze lingered on Carrie’s retreating figure, venom pooling in her eyes. She hesitated, then steeled herself, pivoting toward Albin.

Her voice turned sugary sweet as she called out, “Albin.”

Startled, Albin took an exaggerated step back. When his eyes met hers, he relaxed, letting out a dramatic sigh as he patted his chest. “Kailee! You move so quietly—you nearly gave me a heart attack sneaking up like that. What are you, a ghost?”

Kailee blinked, caught off guard by the comparison. A ghost? Was she not elegant, not gentle? Still, she decided to let it slide. This was a rare chance to get closer to Albin, and she wasn’t about to squander it.

Reining in her frustration, she asked with forced patience, “Who are you texting? You seemed so engrossed.”

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