My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 627

Chapter 627:

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Kristopher’s serious demeanor showed a trace of annoyance as he responded coolly, “It was a present from my wife.”

“Your wife? Didn’t you get divorced?” Aliza exclaimed, taken aback and unable to hold back her thoughts.

“Aliza, why are you being so disrespectful?” Bernie shot Aliza a disapproving glance before turning to Kristopher with a grin. “Mr. Norris, my daughter has been indulged by both her mother and me. She often speaks without considering her words. Please, keep in mind that she is too young and don’t take her comments personally.”

Aliza expressed her discontent, saying, “Dad, I’m 22 years old now. How can you still consider me too young?”

While they were talking, the elevator arrived at the top floor. The doors slid open, revealing the glass entrance of the restaurant. Kristopher noticed Carrie and Reece entering a private room, laughing and conversing.

Carrie had her arm wrapped around Reece’s, and they looked like they couldn’t be apart. Kristopher’s mood quickly darkened.

Initially, it was Daxton, and now it was Reece. Why did these guys come across as bothersome like insects?

He had previous experience with Reece. In contrast to Daxton, Reece hailed from a joyful family with a strong foundation. Someone like him wouldn’t choose a partner based on feelings alone; instead, he would focus on family status and relationships.

Despite Carrie achieving stardom and being a great screenwriter, she still appeared to be inconsequential in comparison to the Morrison family.

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He remembered watching Carrie perform Josh’s pieces.

He realized that following Josh’s death, the Morrison family had lost their former standing in the piano community. The few celebrated pianists were simply students from the music association, rather than direct heirs of the Morrison lineage.

If the situation had continued, someone else might have assumed the role of president of the music association when Luca retired.

Was Reece trying to get closer to Carrie to maintain the Morrison family’s reputation in the music association?

Kristopher’s expression shifted. He had always looked up to Reece, but now he viewed him in a new light—as someone who relied on women to ensure his family’s stability.

Oliver noticed the sharp shift in Kristopher’s expression and leaned in, his voice barely audible. “Mr. Norris, if you head over now, Mrs. Norris might not take it well.”

The tension in Kristopher’s jaw eased slightly at the words, though his eyes lingered on the private room’s door where Carrie had disappeared. His fists unclenched slowly, and after a brief pause, he turned away.

Without another word, he followed Bernie to their own private room, which happened to be adjacent to Carrie’s.

Inside, the dining table had already been meticulously arranged. Kathleen had ensured that Aliza was seated next to Kristopher. Aliza wasted no time. She picked up the menu and unfolded it between them, the edge of it brushing against Kristopher’s arm. Her voice was light and cheerful. “Kristopher, the food here is fantastic. How about we try these signature dishes?”

Kristopher nodded absently, his mind clearly elsewhere. A quiet hum was all he could muster in response.

But Aliza didn’t seem to notice—or perhaps, she chose to ignore it. With unshaken enthusiasm, she continued listing dishes, gesturing to the menu as if she were showing off her art exhibit. Noticing that Kristopher didn’t object, Bernie quietly observed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He let his daughter carry on as she pleased. She was his only child, a prodigy on the piano with achievements that exceeded his expectations.

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