My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 304

Chapter 304:

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Carrie let out a sharp, bitter laugh. Was Lise doing this on purpose, just to twist the knife deeper? Carrie couldn’t be on the show, so Lise didn’t hesitate to take her place.

Willow smiled and handed her phone to Carrie. “My son watches that show every week. I think I overheard you and Miss Nixon talking about it yesterday. You were planning to join, too, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” Carrie replied absently, her gaze drifting toward the staircase as her mind wandered.

Why had Kristopher actually returned? Was it for her? Or was it to ensure that Lise got the Weekend Party slot?

Lost in her own thoughts, Carrie failed to notice the small, satisfied smile tugging at the corners of Willow’s lips.

Carrie abandoned her culinary plans, her mood shifting like quicksilver.

She passed the skimmer to Willow, her voice steady and cool. “Mr. Norris requires a clear beef broth.”

Willow had arrived earlier to clean up the remnants of the previous night’s hot pot. When Carrie announced she would prepare lunch herself, Willow had hoped for a moment of respite. Now, unexpectedly drawn into work, she felt a twinge of frustration.

Her reluctance surfaced in her response. “Mrs. Norris, you promised to cook personally. Isn’t it inconsistent to suddenly assign me the task?”

Carrie’s mild annoyance flickered in her eyes. “What’s inappropriate about delegation? Does the origin of the broth truly matter?”

A sardonic voice interrupted their exchange. “Since when did you start saying one thing and doing another?” Kristopher descended the stairs, each step deliberate and measured.

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He wore a gray silk loungewear set that draped effortlessly over his broad shoulders and tapered waist. The understated elegance only amplified his commanding presence.

Carrie ignored his jab, cutting straight to the chase. “How much did you invest in Weekend Party?”

Kristopher sauntered over to the sofa, pausing just long enough to glance back lazily. “Weekend Party? That fluffy variety show? I wouldn’t throw a penny at something so trivial.”

Carrie’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure about that?”

He exhaled a laugh tinged with exasperation. “What do you want me to do? Call Oliver and have him deliver the company’s expense reports to you?”

Nearby, Willow, who’d been eavesdropping while halfheartedly washing vegetables, felt a pang of unease.

She had only intended to stir the pot a little, but Carrie had taken her bait and hurled it like a spear at Kristopher.

Sneaking out her phone, she quickly messaged Lise: “Carrie’s not as easy to push around anymore.”

“Fine, I’ll get back to the kitchen,” Carrie mumbled, her earlier frustration mellowing into resignation.

Kristopher, catching her discomfort, reached out and gently guided her to his side. “Forget about cooking. Let’s talk about your family’s company.”

Startled, Carrie let him lead her to the sofa, a flicker of confusion dancing in her eyes.

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