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.

As they got closer, Carrie heard raised voices coming from

shook his head, his voice

into the yard, and they saw Willow standing at the entrance,

them, “Mr. and Mrs. Norris, welcome back home.” Even with Willow’s attempts to hide it, Carrie could still see the guilt flickering in her eyes. “Who’s this?” Kristopher asked sharply, his voice cold as he glanced past Willow at the man standing behind her. The man appeared to be in his thirties, hunched over with a shady air about him. He wore a hoodie and ripped jeans, the Balenciaga logo clearly visible, but his entire appearance gave off the impression of being fake. Before Willow could respond, the man moved forward and offered his hand to Kristopher. “Mr. Norris, correct? I’m 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 again. This is my fault. I forgot to give my son his allowance.” Hearing this, her son extended his hand with a smirk. “In that case, Mom, give me the allowance now. I’ll leave right after and won’t trouble Mr. Norris anymore.” Willow hesitated, then pulled out a

“Mr. and Mrs. Norris, welcome back home.” Even with Willow’s attempts to hide it, Carrie could still see the guilt flickering in her

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cold as he glanced past Willow at

man looked to be in his thirties, hunched over with a shady air 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

away, unamused. Willow quickly slapped his hand down and pulled the toothpick from his mouth. “How can you speak