My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 315

Chapter 315:

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He gestured toward a sleek vehicle parked a short distance away. “The car is waiting over there.” Carrie maintained her composure. “I drove myself here. I can’t leave my car behind. You go ahead; I’ll follow.” Eaton’s brow lifted, momentarily startled. Billie had clearly assumed that Carrie and Kristopher had arrived together, prompting her to send Eaton to escort Carrie back alone.

Carrie glanced at Kristopher once more, but his expression remained a blank slate.

A bitter smile tugged at her lips. Was she foolish enough to expect Kristopher to stand up to Billie for her? The truth was simple. Her ongoing conflict with Billie stemmed as much from her modest origins as from Kristopher’s indifference. Because Kristopher didn’t hold her in any esteem, Billie treated her like nothing more than a vessel for bearing children. Ironically, two years of marriage had passed without them ever consummating the union, which only fanned Billie’s contempt, branding Carrie as a tool unfit for its purpose.

Her thoughts burned as she turned her glare on Kristopher. Without waiting for a reaction, she spun on her heel and strode to the Maybach, her movements sharp and deliberate. Opening the door, she slid inside with practiced ease. Eaton turned to Kristopher, offering a respectful nod. “Mr. Norris, I’ll be heading back now.” Kristopher remained silent, his mind replaying the flash of fire in Carrie’s eyes. After a moment, he asked Oliver, “Did she just glare at me?”

Oliver’s stomach dropped, but his expression didn’t falter. “You must have been mistaken. Mrs. Norris was probably glaring at Eaton.”

Kristopher frowned but nodded slowly. “Yeah, that must be it.”

At the Norris mansion, Carrie was greeted by the staff with news that Kristopher’s grandparents had gone on a trip. The realization struck her instantly—Billie had calculated this moment carefully, waiting until the elders were absent to summon her, sharpening Carrie’s sense of unease. Inside the grand living room, Billie lounged on the sofa, her posture regal yet cold. Beside her, Kailee prattled on about society gossip, her voice a grating melody of superiority.

Kailee’s gaze snapped to Carrie as soon as she entered, her tone laced with venom. “How dare you show your face here?”

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The warmth drained from Billie’s expression, leaving her features an icy mask as she ignored Carrie altogether. Carrie met Kailee’s glare without flinching, her tone clipped. “Why wouldn’t I?” She turned to Billie and greeted her evenly. “Good evening, Billie.”

Billie didn’t even spare her a glance, instead admiring her perfectly polished nails with feigned interest. Kailee wasn’t as restrained. Her eyes sparkled with malice as she spat, “You had the nerve to convince my cousin to lend you money for your family’s mess? Even if the Norris family had endless resources, we can’t afford parasites like you.”

Carrie’s mind raced. Kailee must have witnessed Kristopher’s and her presence at the Campbell family’s business earlier and tattled. Billie’s summons clearly addressed that matter. Carrie opened her mouth to speak, but a calm voice cut her off.

“When exactly did the Norris family change its name to—” The room froze, the air thick with tension. All heads turned to see Kristopher stride in casually, his presence instantly commanding attention.

As their gazes locked, Carrie froze for a moment, startled. Kristopher had actually followed her home. Could this really be a coincidence? Or was there more to it? Was he here to protect her, just as he had in the company’s conference room? She shook the thought away almost as quickly as it came. Expectations were dangerous—like a fragile thread that, when pulled too tightly, snapped.

“What are you doing here?” Billie’s voice cut through the quiet tension, her surprise evident as her eyes darted toward Carrie. Kristopher joining them at home was as rare as rain in a desert. On the rare occasions they extended an invitation, he usually declined without hesitation. Yet here he was, uninvited. Billie couldn’t help but wonder if Carrie had roped him in as her backup.

Kristopher stepped forward, blocking Billie’s view, and released a soft chuckle. “Mom, don’t tell me I need an excuse to visit. Can’t I drop by?”

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