My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 367:

Compelled by his tone, Carrie set aside her reservations and approached the bedside, phone in hand. With a serene composure unlike her usual fiery self, she extended the phone toward him. There was no bite in her voice, no spark of argument, only a tranquil stare. Kristopher locked eyes with her for a brief moment, on the verge of refusing the call, but the words lodged in his throat. An internal voice, anxious for Lise, nudged him forward. He took the phone with a reluctant hand and swiped to answer. “What’s going on, Lise?”

His tone naturally softened, imbued with a gentle patience he reserved solely for her. Regardless of the circumstances, his demeanor remained tender and patient. Meanwhile, a wave of jealousy washed over Carrie, her heart tightening as she acknowledged her envy—her jealousy—toward Lise. Despite Kristopher’s recent infatuation with Carrie, Lise’s very presence seemed to diminish her sense of worth.

“You’ve been swamped with work lately, and we haven’t even shared a meal together. Once this film project is over, could we maybe visit Izrosa?” Lise’s voice, playful and sweet, carried clearly through the phone in the otherwise silent room.

arm, gently clasping her slender hand, offering silent reassurance. He paused briefly, then released a barely audible sigh, his voice deep and resonant as he inquired, “Do you see yourself settling in Izrosa permanently?” Carrie averted her eyes, feeling the calming, comforting touch of Kristopher’s firm fingers on her hand. It calmed her stirring emotions. Her heartbeat quickened, her eyes gleaming with renewed hope, and a flutter of eager anticipation washed over her. Could he be considering moving Lise away? Torn between two women, was he finally ready to make a decision and abandon the notion of them coexisting peacefully? Lise, sensing a shift in Kristopher’s demeanor yet pretending not to notice, questioned him with feigned nonchalance, “Kristopher, will you accompany me? The quaint villa there is simply enchanting, and we could even adopt a curly-haired cat…” A flicker of hesitation clouded Kristopher’s gaze as he gently shattered her fantasy. “The entertainment industry isn’t the right place for you. Your health is fragile; you need to take things easy. I’ll ensure you have a comfortable monthly allowance of half a million dollars, and I’ll set you up with a top-notch cardiologist there to keep an eye on you. You should pursue a pastime you’re passionate about… Or, if your heart still yearns for acting, I can arrange for you to study it leisurely at a local performing arts university.” Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Lise’s voice cracked with a mix of disbelief and sorrow as she inquired, “Kristopher, are you really leaving me?” Her words wavered, tinged with a heavy dose of hurt and a hint

lively quality to her look, tinged with what seemed like a mild reproach. He reached out with his bandaged arm, gently clasping her slender

stirring emotions. Her heartbeat quickened, her eyes gleamed with renewed hope, and a flutter of eager anticipation washed over her. Could he be considering the possibility of moving Lise away? Torn between two women, was he

pretending not to notice, questioned him with feigned nonchalance, “Kristopher, will you accompany me? The quaint villa there is simply

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to take things easy. I’ll ensure you have a comfortable monthly allowance of half a million dollars, and I’ll set you up with a top-notch cardiologist there to keep an eye on you. You should pursue a pastime you’re passionate about… Or, if your heart still yearns for