My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 396:

“That pen doesn’t suit me.” Kristopher’s tone was low, almost contemplative.

Carrie didn’t hesitate to reply, her words straightforward. “It’s not for you. It suits him just fine.”

The air in the room seemed to freeze, the once buzzing energy replaced by an icy stillness. Kristopher’s gaze turned colder, his question cutting through the silence like a blade. “Who is he?”

“Daxton,” Carrie replied absentmindedly, still inspecting the pen in her hand. “He saved me at sea that time. If I gave him a gift just for that, it might seem a bit deliberate. But his birthday is coming up soon, so I figured I’d get something for him while I had the time today.”

Kristopher’s expression darkened instantly. A cold smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he remarked, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “His birthday? You seem to remember it quite well.”

oblivious to his shift in mood, continued focusing on the pen. “We haven’t seen each other in

miss. Nearby, Camille leaned toward Albin, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “Does Kristopher enjoy being ignored? Back when Carrie used to cater to his every whim, he was always indifferent. Now that she doesn’t care about

in his thoughts, muttered absently, “Speaking of which, Daxton’s some kind

realizing his blunder. Snapping back to attention, he grabbed Camille’s arm and dragged her toward the exit. “Kristopher, Carrie, we haven’t finished our

sudden retreat, but Albin’s urgency left no room

by Albin’s earlier comment. “Distant relative?” she murmured. Since when did the Campbell family have any distant relatives worth mentioning?

the Campbell family’s genealogy, but he would know about the Norris

he and Kristopher had engaged in a private conversation at the hot springs. But then, why had Kristopher

Carrie didn’t linger on their relationship. Instead, she focused on

must know his preferences. Can you help me figure out if he’d like this pen? Or does he have other hobbies? It’s always best to pick a gift that

picked up a sleek black pen, tilting it under the light as she inspected