My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 346

Chapter 346:

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Time seemed to freeze around Carrie as the only sound she could discern was Kristopher’s voice. Rather than being moved, she was overtaken by an eerie sense of dread. The once distant Kristopher, who had treated her as a mere acquaintance in public, was now tenderly murmuring endearments to her on a live variety show.

She reflected on all the ways Kristopher had transformed lately. Had the setting been more fitting, she might have wondered if a spirit had seized him or if he perhaps had an undisclosed twin.

Beneath Kristopher’s serene facade, his heart pounded furiously. Even as a child, when he faced the formidable financial magnates of Steu Skua, he had never felt such disquiet. Always the clever one, he had dominated every situation with confidence. Yet now, he found himself floundering like an inexperienced youth. For the first time, he was acting on sheer impulse, reckless of the repercussions.

The words he had just spoken were among the scenarios Oliver had outlined on their way to the show. Merely half an hour earlier, Kristopher had dismissed them as overly sentimental, convinced he was far too composed to say anything so over the top. However, when the moment arrived, articulating them proved less challenging than anticipated.

The host and the director shared a conspiratorial look and swiftly moved toward the duo, their faces bright with amusement as they teasingly inquired, “So, what exactly is the nature of your relationship? Could you possibly be a couple?”

At this, he extended the microphone towards Kristopher.

Carrie, maintaining a courteous yet distant smile, was the first to respond, seizing the microphone. “It seems there’s been a slight misunderstanding. We are not a couple…”

Before Carrie could elaborate, Kristopher effortlessly drew her close, his gaze softening as he looked down at her with a depth of warmth. “We’re not just a couple, we’re actually married.”

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Encircled by the comforting, earthy aroma of Kristopher, Carrie’s mind began to reel. She found herself immobilized in his hold, like a puppet suddenly bereft of strings. Internally, she pleaded for serenity and control, yet the situation left her at a loss for how to proceed.

It felt reminiscent of the distant days following their wedding when she had longed for him to present her as Mrs. Norris publicly. What had she been hoping for back then? Her ambition had been to embody the ideal wife and mother.

Kristopher, observing the astonishment etched across her face, had experienced a brief twinge of unease when she refuted their relationship. However, the discomfort was fleeting, and he quickly calmed himself down. If they bickered during such an important announcement, he would become the subject of ridicule. Still, he mentally earmarked the necessity of a heartfelt conversation with her later on.

Kristopher’s declaration landed like a thunderclap, rendering everyone speechless—an outcome no scriptwriter could have ever envisioned. The shock was most profound on Vicky’s and Stewart’s faces. Vicky, caught up in witnessing the tender interactions between the couple, forgot she remained in view of the cameras. She whispered in disbelief, “How can this be? How can Mr. Norris be her husband?”

The director, noticing her lapse, swiftly turned off her microphone. Embarrassment washed over Vicky as she realized her mistake, having unknowingly paraded a mistress before a lawful wife. Stewart quickly collected himself, although the revelation still weighed heavily on him.

He felt a pang of sympathy for Carrie. How could Kristopher, her own husband, help Lise steal the role that was rightfully hers? From one man to another, Stewart struggled to understand Kristopher’s reasoning, neglecting such a devoted wife for someone as deceitful as Lise.

The crowd buzzed with murmurs and speculation. The director shot a significant look at the host, who promptly stepped up, his voice laced with a trace of curiosity. “Is this truly a marriage?”

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