My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 305

Chapter 305:

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He spoke with an unsettling calm, the kind that hinted at storms beneath the surface. “I did some digging into the Campbell family business. They just inked a new contract. Tristan cut corners by switching to a bargain-basement supplier, all in the name of higher profits. Now the quality’s tanked, and they’re staring down the barrel of massive compensation claims.”

Before Carrie could respond, an unknown number buzzed her phone.

The message read: “The company teeters on bankruptcy. It represents your mother’s legacy. Save it, and I’ll grant you thirty percent of the shares.”

She passed the phone to Kristopher, a sardonic smile playing on her lips. “Speak of the devil.”

“More like the devil’s trying to shove you into the fire,” Kristopher remarked, his tone nonchalant but his gaze sharp.

His chest tightened at the sight of her, but he kept his feelings locked away, like a treasure buried deep.

Kristopher had never been one for grand displays of emotion.

All he wanted was to shield Carrie from the storms life hurled her way.

Carrie’s voice, however, was steady and cool as a lake before dawn. “No, he’s not trying to pull me under. If the company survives, they’ll toss me aside the second it stabilizes.”

If it sinks, they’ll leave me to drown in its debt while they row away with whatever’s left.”

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Kristopher turned to her, his eyes tracing the contours of her face—the sweep of her long lashes, the elegant slope of her nose, and the perfect, delicate structure of her features.

She was just twenty-four, an age when parents were meant to shield their children, not use them as shields.

Carrie tilted her head up, her lips so close to his that the gap between them felt like a whisper of air.

The space between them grew dense, charged with an unspoken current that neither dared to name.

Carrie’s gaze lingered on Kristopher’s crimson lips, her mind unwillingly flooded with flashes of their shared intimacy.

The memory of his touch, the way he had kissed her with possessive intensity—it all came rushing back, leaving her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Embarrassed by her reaction, she quickly lowered her head, her hair falling forward like a shield.

She pushed the thoughts aside, shifting slightly to create more distance between them.

This kind of closeness unsettled her more than being in bed with him.

Physical intimacy could be compartmentalized, treated as routine, even mundane.

But these quiet, everyday moments—they unraveled her defenses, stirring emotions she couldn’t afford to feel.

Kristopher’s dark eyes flickered as he noticed her retreat.

His lips curved ever so slightly before he schooled his expression into neutrality. “What do you plan to do next?” he asked, his tone even.

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