My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 281

Chapter 281:

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He was Mr. Jenkins’s trusted assistant, known for his sharp mind and valuable insights.

Mr. Jenkins sighed deeply. “I’ve upset the wrong people today. Mr. Garcia might send me packing. I used to be like an errand boy in Orkset, but this job was a promotion of sorts. The pay was far better. I really misjudged today.”

The waiter tried to reassure him. “You’ve cleared the area, and the families you sent away have considerable influence in Esterhall. Mr. Garcia is unlikely to hold this against you for long.”

Mr. Jenkins shook his head in disbelief. “It’s the first time I’ve seen Mr…”

“Garcia care so much about a woman. I asked a few friends, and they said Mr. Garcia walked away from a billion-dollar deal for her. Just like that.”

The waiter’s eyes sparkled with a sudden idea. “Mr. Jenkins, maybe this is an opportunity?”

“What kind of opportunity?” Mr. Jenkins asked, his hope renewed.

The waiter leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Since Mr. Garcia is so taken with this woman, why not just send her to his bed? You could turn this mistake into a chance for redemption and even earn a huge favor in return.”

Inside the villa, Kristopher reclined in the hot spring pool, his eyes closed in relaxation. Beside him, Albin gripped a handheld game console, his fingers moving across the controls with intense concentration. Each button press seemed to carry the weight of an epic battle.

Camille quietly raised her phone, capturing a candid moment of Carrie leaning against the pool’s edge. The subtle click of the camera made Kristopher’s eyes flutter open momentarily.

Carrie’s skin glowed with a flush from the heat. Droplets of water traced a delicate path—starting from her hairline, down her cheek, along her neck, skimming her collarbone before disappearing beneath the water’s surface. The intimate journey of each droplet held a quiet sensuality.

Memories flooded Kristopher’s mind. He recalled her face during their most passionate moments, her eyes glistening with tears of pleasure. The recollection stirred something deep within him, a primal desire to possess her once more. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to shut his eyes and redirect his thoughts to more professional matters.

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Unaware of Kristopher’s lingering gaze, Camille stashed her phone away. Her face flushed crimson as she scrambled out of the hot water. “Nope, I’m done! I can’t handle this anymore. Seriously, I’m out of breath!”

Albin, having just conquered the final boss in his game, set down the console and shot her a mocking grin. “Your stamina’s pathetic. We’ve barely been soaking for a few minutes, and you’re already giving up?”

Seeking solidarity, Camille turned to Carrie. “Carrie, do you hear how he talks? Absolutely zero filter!”

Albin leaned back smugly, his grin spreading like butter on hot toast. “Hey, I’m just being honest.”

Four of us are sitting here, and you’re the only one about to keel over. Face it—you’re a lightweight.” With mock theatrics, Albin flexed his arms, his biceps gleaming under the soft lights. “Unlike me, of course. These guns? They’ve got Fayedge Mountain written all over them. I could sprint around that beast twice and still have energy to spare.”

Camille rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t roll straight out of her head. “Congratulations. You’ve officially become a walking fitness meme.”

Carrie, her energy dipping, stood and stretched languidly. “Honestly, I’m starting to feel it too. This heat’s no joke.”

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