My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 296

Chapter 296:

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Her complaints trailed off when she noticed Carrie wasn’t responding. Frowning, she looked up—and froze.

Not far from them, a sleek Maybach was parked by the curb, Oliver standing by it in his usual composed, professional stance. The moment he saw them, Oliver stepped forward. “Mrs. Norris, Ms. Nixon,” he greeted with a respectful nod. “Mr. Norris sent me to pick you up.”

Oliver hesitated briefly, as if weighing whether to say more. In the end, he decided to stay quiet.

After all, he wished he could’ve recorded Kristopher’s behavior yesterday for Carrie to see. Yesterday, Oliver hadn’t left Esterhall at all. As soon as the car drove out of Carrie’s sight, Kristopher had called and summoned someone to pick him up.

Carrie, already immune to Kristopher’s fickle attitude, simply slid into the backseat without a word.

Camille followed, muttering under her breath as she settled beside Carrie. “Fine, we’ll take the car. But let me make one thing clear—the divorce is still happening.”

Oliver faltered, the tension in the car suddenly palpable. Camille really did have a way of making things awkward.

“Mrs. Norris,” he began carefully, “Mr. Norris can be stubborn, yes, but deep down, he’s soft-hearted. He’s decisive at work, but when it comes to matters of the heart—”

Carrie cut him off, her tone sharp. “If you’re sitting by a fire, do you feel warmth or cold?”

The question caught Oliver off guard, and he stumbled over his reply. “W-warmth, I guess?”

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Carrie’s gaze was cool as she answered. “Exactly. YOU don’t have to analyze it. You just feel it. The same goes for love.”

Before Oliver could respond, Camille leaned forward with a grin. “So don’t waste your time playing love counselor. Just focus on driving, alright? Unless you want me to take over.”

Flustered, Oliver nodded quickly. “Understood.” He closed the back door and climbed into the driver’s seat.

As the car began to move, Camille leaned toward Carrie, lowering her voice. “You’re not going soft again, are you?”

Carrie shook her head firmly. “No.” She turned to the window, watching the scenery blur by, her thoughts elsewhere.

Back at Bayview Villa, Carrie stepped inside, the cool, familiar air greeting her. Willow appeared almost instantly, her smile wide and eager. “Hi, Mrs. Norris!”

Carrie gave her a polite nod before turning to Oliver. “Has Kristopher returned yet?”

Oliver hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Mr. Norris had a business meeting tonight.”

“He’s in Steu Skua.” Had he not agreed to finalize the divorce? Why the sudden trip to Steu Skua? This couldn’t be mere coincidence. Carrie’s frown deepened. “Steu Skua? Hasn’t his recent project been in the nearby county?”

Oliver smiled faintly, his tone measured. “The Norris Group manages projects everywhere, Mrs. Norris.”

Carrie couldn’t hide her irritation. “Since when does every project of the Norris Group need its CEO to be personally involved?”

Oliver kept his composure. “Mr. Norris is very hands-on. That’s why the company’s grown so rapidly.”

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