My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 285

Chapter 285:

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Without waiting for a proper answer, Kristopher moved forward and scooped her into his arms, nudging Camille aside. She wobbled, nearly losing her balance.

“Camille!” Carrie called out, stretching a hand toward her friend.

Albin quickly stepped in, catching Camille before she fell. “Watch it,” he said gently.

Carrie pulled her hand back and shot Kristopher an annoyed look. “Couldn’t you have warned her? What if she’d gotten hurt?”

“You can barely stand on your own, let alone look after someone else,” Kristopher replied curtly, carrying her effortlessly as he descended the steps.

The sudden movement startled Carrie, and she instinctively clung to Kristopher’s neck, fearing she might slip. He glanced at her arms clasped around his neck, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played at the corners of his lips.

Picking up speed, he quickly left Camille and Albin trailing far behind.

Camille let go of Albin’s hand and dramatically sank to the ground. “I’m done. You’ll have to carry me now.”

Albin sighed, giving her a resigned look. “If you were as light as Carrie, I might consider it…”

“Excuse me! I’m not fat! My body is curvy and stunning!” Camille shot back, swatting his arm indignantly.

A young woman in uniform approached them with a polite smile. “Miss, we have a lovely women’s spa here. Would you like to give it a try?”

Camille’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she sprang to her feet. “Absolutely! Let’s go!”

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The attendant hesitated briefly, her gaze sweeping the area. “Is there another lady accompanying you, Miss?”

Camille let out an exaggerated hiccup and waved dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, there’s another one. She’s back at the villa having some ‘me time.’ What’s with all these hiccups?”

Albin gave her a pointed look. “You downed that massive glass of cola earlier. No wonder you’re hiccupping.”

The attendant’s expression shifted slightly, her eyes lighting up. “Cola? Did you have some cola, Miss?”

Camille furrowed her brows suspiciously. “What, is cola against the spa rules or something?”

“Oh no, nothing like that,” the attendant reassured quickly. “It’s just that you’re hiccupping. I’ll bring you some hot water to help with that.” A strange glint passed through her eyes.

“I’ll come along,” Albin offered, stepping in with a protective tone.

The attendant maintained her polite demeanor as she said, “I’m sorry, sir, but this is a women-only area. I’m afraid you can’t accompany her.”

Albin hesitated, his concern evident. “It’s already late. Why not wait until tomorrow? You’re usually scared of the dark. Don’t expect me to come back and get you later.”

The attendant smiled, her tone soothing. “Rest assured, sir. We’ll make sure she gets safely back to your villa after the spa.”

Camille wasted no time, linking her arm with the attendant’s. “Alright, let’s do this. Take me there now.”

“What about being sleepy?” Albin pressed, his concern lingering. He couldn’t shake the unease of letting her go off with strangers.

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