My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 252

Chapter 252:

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Upon reaching the cemetery, they found the area in disarray due to ongoing expansion work. The mess made it impossible for the car to proceed. They parked along the road and disembarked for a walk.

Kristopher was holding a bouquet of roses in one hand while firmly clasping Carrie’s hand with the other. Hidden beneath a blanket of dirt, the ancient stone steps caused Carrie to falter as she sought stable footing. Kristopher, on the other hand, stood unflinchingly by her side.

During such instances, he consistently provided a sense of security, a sentiment she had deeply cherished in the past. Previously, she had been captivated by this feeling, relying on it fervently, even to the detriment of her selfesteem.

However, as she now contemplated distancing herself, the familiarity of this security unnerved her, fearing it might soften her resolve. While reflecting on these thoughts, she turned to Camille and said, “Camille, let me give you a hand.”

Camille, preoccupied and looking elsewhere, responded skeptically, “Really? With your slender arms, how much can you actually help?” Instead, she grabbed Albin’s arm and scolded, “Can’t you see I might need help? Why aren’t you assisting me?”

Albin quickly adjusted to support her better. “You should have mentioned something.”

“Do I have to spell out everything?” Camille retorted, clearly irritated.

Carrie’s attempt to distance herself from Kristopher’s support was unsuccessful. Disheartened, she turned to face him again. Wanting to divert from her internal conflict, she asked, “Is it just me, or is something odd going on between Camille and Albin?”

Kristopher cleared a branch from their path with a flick of his foot and smirked. “Just catching on, are you?” His tone bore a teasing edge, implying her slow realization.

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She shot him a stern look. “Camille is a decent person…”

With a playful raise of his eyebrow, Kristopher responded, “The type of ‘decent’ who introduces you to male escorts?” Carrie tensed. “Don’t bring that up. Just make sure he doesn’t complicate things for Camille.”

Kristopher laughed softly. “They’re grown-ups. It’s not my place to dictate their dating choices.”

Carrie found herself without rebuttal.

“Wait, who’s that over there?” Kristopher suddenly paused, his focus shifting to a figure ahead.

Carrie lifted her head and caught a fleeting glimpse of a figure in a gray hoodie. The mysterious person moved with gentle grace, hurrying away in the opposite direction before vanishing from sight within moments. The sudden movement startled her, causing her to miss a step and teeter precariously.

Kristopher’s firm grip caught her arm, pulling her back from the brink of falling. His frown deepened. “You’re always so careless.”

Carrie shot back with a glare that could have melted steel. “If you hadn’t startled me, do you think I’d have tripped? It’s perfectly normal for people to come here to pay their respects, you know.”

Camille and Albin caught up to the pair. Camille pointed ahead, her expression shifting. “Wait, Carrie, isn’t that your mom’s grave? Who left the flowers there? Do you know anyone else who’d visit her?”

Carrie followed Camille’s outstretched finger. Before her mother’s tombstone, a fresh bouquet of champagne roses rested, their delicate petals catching the faint light. Something stirred in her mind.

She spun around instinctively, but the gray-hooded figure was long gone. In the distance, a sleek black car slid past the cemetery gates. Her heart clenched with a curious unease, a fragment of familiarity clawing its way to the surface. Could it be…? For a brief moment, she thought of Daxton.

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