My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 227

Chapter 227:

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Camille folded her arms, clearly reluctant, but begrudgingly added, “For once, he’s actually doing something useful. Might as well make the most of it—a built-in bodyguard isn’t the worst thing.”

Carrie hesitated for a moment, weighing her options, before nodding. “Fine. Give me a moment to pack.”

Though her own safety wasn’t her main concern, she couldn’t afford to jeopardize the filming schedule over her personal matters.

Kristopher’s voice was low but firm. “I’ll buy whatever you need.”

Carrie ignored him and walked back into the apartment.

Camille followed her inside, leaving Ruby to manage the men.

She turned to Kristopher with a polite smile. “Mr. Norris, please come in and have a seat.”

“Thank you.” Kristopher didn’t need to be asked twice.

He walked into the living room and sank onto the sofa with an air of casual authority.

Stretching his long legs, he instructed Oliver to get him iced tea from the fridge.

Upstairs, Camille leaned in close to Carrie and whispered, “If you’re moving back in with Kristopher, play the part of the perfect, loving wife.”

“It’ll drive that two-faced witch mad. Imagine her tossing and turning all night in frustration when she realizes her schemes only brought you back to Bayview Villa.”

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Carrie nodded, her expression thoughtful but resolute.

Her plan wasn’t about petty revenge.

She intended to create the illusion of reconciliation with Kristopher to unnerve Lise, pushing her into making a critical mistake.

If Lise’s schemes were exposed, Carrie would finally have the evidence she needed.

Whether or not Kristopher chose to ignore it, Carrie would use the law to defend herself and clear her name.

She wouldn’t just stay and watch while someone tried to ruin her reputation and her life.

In under five minutes, Carrie came downstairs with a beige backpack slung over one shoulder, carrying only her laptop and the Agarwood script.

“Let’s go,” she said calmly.

“Alright.” Kristopher immediately stood, his gaze steady as he followed her lead.

Ruby watched them closely, her belief in Kristopher’s feelings growing stronger.

For all his aloofness, a billionaire CEO dropping everything to personally pick someone up wasn’t exactly standard behavior.

Ruby leaned toward Carrie as they headed out. “Mr. Norris hasn’t had any rest in the last twenty-four hours. Go back with him and get some proper sleep.”

Oliver nodded in agreement. “He was at the hospital yesterday, but the moment he heard about your accident, he left everything behind to look for you.”

Though Oliver’s words were carefully neutral, their implication was clear: Kristopher had chosen Carrie over Lise.

Camille, however, remained unimpressed. “If it weren’t for Lise throwing Beverly out that night, maybe we would’ve found Carrie sooner. She wouldn’t have fallen into the sea and almost died. And now you’re here trying to act like some hero? Spare me.”

Carrie maintained a faint smile, her expression calm as she silently waited for Kristopher to defend Lise.

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