My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 626
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Chapter 626:
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His expression softened with a trace of indulgence. “They don’t matter. Remember, in Isonridge, the Morrison name commands respect. You don’t have to second-guess yourself.” He paused for a moment before adding, “If your grandfather were still alive, our family’s influence would be even greater. There’s no need for you to be overly polite. Take after our aunt. She’s known for her unruliness.”
Carrie sighed inwardly, feeling that the Morrison family’s protective nature was overwhelming at times.
Meanwhile, Bernie noticed Kristopher standing a short distance away. His expression was nonchalant, his head turned away, making it seem like he was oblivious to Reece’s prominent background. Bernie told him, “That man is Reece Morrison, the future patriarch of the Morrison family.”
Hearing this, Kristopher slowly raised his head. His eyes landed on Reece and Carrie just as they stepped into the elevator.
One look was enough to send a shock through him. His expression shifted instantly. “Carrie?” he murmured, the name barely audible.
Aliza’s instincts flared. Her sharp intuition prompted her to lean closer, suspicion evident in her tone. “Kristopher, do you know Reece’s girlfriend?”
She didn’t miss the chance to emphasize the word “girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” Kristopher repeated, his voice filled with disbelief as his gaze lingered on the closing elevator doors.
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The next moment, just as Aliza was about to say something, Kristopher walked quickly to catch up with Carrie and Reece. As Kristopher approached the elevator, he saw the display numbers rising steadily until they stopped at the top floor. Bernie and Aliza hurried after him, their eyes filled with confusion.
“Mr. Norris, what’s wrong…” Bernie began, but Oliver, preparing himself, interrupted.
“Reece’s girlfriend resembles a close friend of Mr. Norris quite a bit.”
“Close friend,” Aliza whispered softly, sharing a quick glance with Kathleen.
It was clear that both she and her mother doubted Oliver’s explanation. How could it really be just a resemblance? It was obvious that Kristopher recognized this person.
Aliza had explored Kristopher’s romantic past. Besides his ex-wife, the only other significant person was his first love, Lise. She had watched Lise on television, a woman with a delicate and graceful charm. Yet, the woman next to Reece, with her captivating and bold features, was nothing like Lise’s type.
Could she possibly be Kristopher’s former wife?
Aliza looked down, hiding the swirl of emotions in her eyes, the jealousy now mixed with some resentment. What were the chances of a divorced woman finding herself with a man she had only dared to dream about?
Bernie, unlike his wife and daughter, paid no attention to such things. He was unaware of their curiosity about Kristopher and cared only about the possibility of working together. If the partnership worked out, the company’s profits could grow tenfold, giving him more confidence when dealing with his family.
He took it upon himself to press the elevator button and smiled at Kristopher, saying, “Let’s go to the top floor for dinner. The food here is fantastic.”
Upon hearing “top floor,” Kristopher straightened his suit and returned to his previous neutral demeanor, responding with a brief, “Okay.”
The elevator doors slid open, and they entered. With Kathleen’s assistance, Aliza was able to position herself next to Kristopher. Aliza spotted the pen in Kristopher’s suit.
Kristopher reached into his pocket and initiated a chat. “Kristopher, are you a fan of fountain pens? I really enjoy them as well. I own a limited edition, but it’s a bit too masculine for my taste. If you’re interested…”
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