My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 284

Chapter 284:

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Carrie replied with practiced calm, “Mr. Norris is right. I made the choice, so I’ll deal with the perks and the pitfalls that come with it.”

Kristopher tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, letting out a dry chuckle. When Carrie agreed with him, it felt more unsettling than when they argued.

But her response was flawless, leaving no room for him to retaliate. It was like throwing a punch at thin air—he was left with nothing but mounting frustration.

As their tense conversation fizzled out, the waiter approached with a tray of drinks, carefully setting each one on the table. Finally, he placed a cola before Carrie, pausing to look at her. “Miss, this is freshly made cola. It loses its fizz quickly, so you should drink it soon.”

Carrie hadn’t planned on drinking it immediately, but his words prompted her to take a sip. The waiter watched her swallow before adding, “Make sure to finish the rest while it’s still fresh.” With that, he turned and left, a sly glint in his eyes.

Unbeknownst to him, Camille leaned over and grabbed Carrie’s half-full glass. “Let me try it. The way he hyped it up, it must be magical.” Parched from all the salty food, Camille gulped down the remaining cola in one go.

As the evening settled, the moonlight bathed the surroundings in a soft, luminous glow. Camille massaged her temples. “Why am I feeling so drowsy? Was it the food, or did the hot spring lull me too much?”

Her head felt weighed down, like she had sipped on too much wine. Carrie frowned in agreement. “I feel the same. Maybe it’s best if we call it a night.”

Camille got to her feet, walked a few paces, and shrugged off her coat, letting it hang over her arm. “Why does it feel so warm? Shouldn’t it be chilly up here on the mountain at night?”

Albin stepped out of the restaurant, pulling his coat tightly around him. He turned back with a puzzled look. “Are you messing with me? It’s freezing out here, and you’re saying it’s hot?”

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Camille ignored his comment and glanced around. The forest, so vibrant and inviting during the day, now looked menacing under the shroud of night. The swaying branches cast ghostly shapes, adding to the unsettling atmosphere.

Camille latched onto Carrie’s arm, clinging tightly. “Carrie, let’s get moving. This place is giving me the creeps.”

Albin smirked. “So much for being fearless. Looks like the mighty Camille is nothing but a tiger made of paper.”

Camille swung a kick at him without hesitation. “Nice try, but you missed!” Albin dodged with a playful twist, only to stumble backward into Kristopher, who had been trailing behind.

Kristopher shoved him aside with visible irritation, as though brushing off something unpleasant. “Move.”

Camille’s spirits lifted instantly, and she threw Albin a triumphant smirk before striding off after Carrie. The two men followed at a slower pace.

The night sky sparkled with countless stars, while soft lights illuminated the stone steps below. The rhythmic chirping of cicadas echoed from the trees, mingling with the earthy scent of the forest. Carrie, however, barely noticed the serene beauty. Her head grew heavier with each step, and Camille leaning against her only added to her exhaustion. She wished she could just sink to the ground and drift into sleep.

Kristopher noticed her struggle and stepped closer, his brow furrowing. “Are you okay?”

“Probably just ate too much,” Carrie replied vaguely, brushing off his concern.

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