My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 280

Chapter 280:

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The mountain air was still, broken only by the rustling of the wind through the trees. After a long, tense silence, Kristopher looked away first, flicking his cigarette aside as it burned out. “Stop entertaining those thoughts.”

Daxton raised an eyebrow. “Is that a reminder or a threat?”

“Take it however you want,” Kristopher replied and walked away without looking back.

When Kristopher made his way back to the small courtyard, planning to suggest they leave, he found Carrie and Camille, both wrapped in bathrobes, playfully splashing water with their feet in the hot spring.

He bit back the words on the tip of his tongue and entered without a sound.

Carrie glanced up at him, her curiosity evident. “What did you talk about with Daxton?” she asked.

“Not much, just some business talk,” Kristopher responded nonchalantly.

Carrie, assuming Kristopher was simply discussing a deal with Daxton, didn’t press the issue. Instead, she asked, “How do you know him?”

Inside, she was surprised. Kristopher had known Daxton for years, which only further confirmed that Daxton was indeed wealthy and well-connected. Yet, she realized there didn’t seem to be anyone from the Norris family with the last name Garcia.

Kristopher’s usual aloof tone now carried a trace of impatience. “I’ve known him for a while, but we’re not exactly friends.”

Why did she care so much about Daxton? She even called him by his first name so casually, like they were old friends. There was a trace of jealousy in his voice, though he was unaware of it himself.

Albin, sensing the growing tension, shot Kristopher a playful wink. “What’s the matter, Kristopher? Are you jealous?”

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Camille gave him a sharp look before replying, “What reason does he have to be jealous? They’re about to split up.”

Albin’s eyes widened in surprise, and he discreetly tugged at Camille’s sleeve. Camille yanked her sleeve away, giving him a scornful glare. “What’s the matter? Are you trying to stop me from speaking? Huh?”

Kristopher ignored Camille and cast a frosty sideways glance at Albin. If stares were lethal, Albin would have been pierced with a thousand daggers by now.

Albin let out a nervous laugh. “It’s just a lover’s spat. They wouldn’t actually divorce, alright?”

With her hands on her hips, Camille scoffed. “His dream girl seems more like the real wife than Carrie.”

“If they don’t divorce, are the three of them really going to live together in peace?”

The air thickened with discomfort. Carrie, not wanting to drag Camille deeper into her personal affairs, was ready to steer the conversation elsewhere.

At that moment, a waiter approached them with a polite bow. “Mr. Jenkins has requested that the area be cleared, and all other guests have already left. So you can enjoy this resort in privacy.”

Camille pursed her lips thoughtfully. “In case any staff pass by, let’s head back inside and relax in the smaller pool. Watching a movie while relaxing in the water sounds perfect.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, liking the idea.

Elsewhere, Mr. Jenkins sat anxiously in the living room of his villa, worry etched on his face. The waiter, who had just delivered the message, returned and asked, “Mr. Jenkins, what’s troubling you?”

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