My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 449:

Oliver didn’t bother responding. He returned to the car, shut the door with a decisive click, and fastened his seatbelt. Without another glance at Emilio, he merged into the steady flow of traffic.

Inside the car, Kristopher reached out to touch Carrie’s forehead with the back of his hand. Finding her temperature normal, he let out a small breath of relief. That’s when his eyes fell on the phone lying forgotten on the carpeted floor.

At some point, Albin’s call had ended, but Kristopher showed no interest in finding out who Katrina was. He simply picked up the phone and tucked it into his pocket without a second thought.

Seeing the call cut off abruptly, Albin assumed Kristopher was busy and decided not to call back. He had only meant to tease Kristopher a bit, a little revenge for the sarcastic jabs Kristopher had thrown about his gift the last time they spoke. But noticing Kristopher preoccupied, Albin chose to let it go for now.

Turning his attention to Camille, who was cross-legged and absorbed in a game, Albin leaned over, resting his head on her lap. “Babe, what’s the deal with Carrie being so impressive? Why keep it under wraps all this time?”

hesitation, Camille shoved him off. “Not everyone’s like Kristopher,

to Kristopher’s defense. “Kristopher doesn’t brag—he’s just too brilliant to keep under the radar. I mean, have you ever seen anything that can block out the

her the perfect comeback. Giving him a look that screamed “idiot,” she shot back, “Ever heard of clouds? You don’t see the sun when they’re

was left with

arriving home, Carrie was found fast asleep, comfortably nestled in her seat. Kristopher lingered in the car momentarily, observing her. Seeing she showed no signs of waking, he quietly exited the vehicle,

of a phone shattered the quiet. Carrie woke with a start, her eyes fluttering open.

her phone as Soren’s name lit up the

Irritated, he said, “Does Soren not know it’s late? You should be collaborating on a project, not serving as

and taking the call. She threw off the blanket and moved to exit the car when a chill wind

her, took the blanket, and draped it over her again. Without speaking,