My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 363:

Kristopher gave her a casual look, a playful glint in his eye. “Are you suggesting that we… might have some fun?” He let his words trail off deliberately, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

Carrie immediately grasped his implication about something more intimate happening in the hospital room. Meanwhile, Oliver, focused on packing, completely missed the underlying meaning of Kristopher’s words and bluntly asked, “So, what do you plan to do, Mrs. Norris?”

Kristopher’s smile widened, and he echoed Oliver’s words with a teasing twist. “Exactly. Mrs. Norris, what will you do?”

Carrie shot him an irritated look, clearly annoyed. It was only then that Oliver noticed their expressions seemed off, realizing too late that he had misspoken. He immediately fell silent and moved aside, eager to avoid making the situation more uncomfortable.

eerily quiet. As they got closer, Carrie heard raised voices coming from the front door. She

head, his voice flat.

spoke, the car pulled into the yard, and they

Willow’s son.” Kristopher glanced at the offered hand before looking away, unamused. Willow quickly slapped his hand down and pulled the toothpick from his mouth. “How can you speak to Mr. Norris that way? You’re a grown man, yet you act like—” He shot Willow a disapproving look, sneering. “Mom, have you really become this submissive after just a few days as a maid? Should I fall at Mr. Norris’s feet too?” Kristopher ignored the comment and turned to Willow, his face stern. “This is the last time. Don’t bring unrelated people into this house again.” Willow broke into a cold sweat and quickly lowered her head. “I understand, Mr. Norris. It won’t happen

she spotted them stepping out of the car, Willow quickly put on a smile and greeted them. “Mr. and Mrs. Norris, welcome back home.” Even with Willow’s attempts to hide it, Carrie could still see the guilt flickering in

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as he glanced past Willow

about him. He wore a hoodie and ripped jeans, the Balenciaga logo clearly visible, but his whole appearance gave off a fake vibe. Before Willow could respond, the man moved forward and offered his hand to Kristopher. “Mr. Norris, correct? I’m Willow’s

offered hand before looking away, unamused. Willow quickly slapped his hand down and pulled the toothpick from his mouth. “How can you speak to Mr. Norris that way? You’re a grown