Chapter 451:

Carrie’s smile lingered on her lips, but the warmth in her eyes had vanished, replaced by a cold, detached look. Straightening her posture, she spoke softly but firmly. “Just get to the point.”

Kristopher hesitated before continuing, his tone defensive. “Lise didn’t know it was you who wrote the script at first. But once she found out, she clarified things for you on Twitter and even spoke up on your behalf.”

Before Kristopher could say more, the phone vibrating in his hand fell silent, the message notification blinking away as the tension between them thickened.

Carrie’s chest tightened. His inability—or unwillingness—to see through Lise’s manipulative behavior suffocated her. Their relationship had seemed to thaw recently, moments of tenderness and intimacy bridging the gap. Yet those moments were deceptive, like glass: polished and beautiful on the surface, but ready to shatter with the slightest pressure.

She had convinced herself that their reconciliation was the result of Kristopher’s genuine concessions. Sending Lise to Izrosa had felt like a turning point. But deep down, Carrie knew their reconciliation was actually the result of her emotions overpowering her reason.

down by fleeting warmth and a string of shared memories. But the unresolved tension over Lise was always lurking, waiting to tear through the thin veneer of

relationship became glaringly obvious. Now, as Kristopher sat across from her, his words bringing Lise into the center of their conversation once again, Carrie’s doubts were no

eyes before he quickly looked away. Her lips curved into a faint, ambiguous smile. “Do you

truly wanted to defend me,” she continued coolly, “why post at such a critical moment? Those gossip accounts never directly named me. By posting then, wasn’t she

respond. Carrie’s smile deepened, but it held no warmth. “You’re smart, Kristopher. Maybe you just don’t understand the games women play behind the scenes. But can’t you see through such a petty trick in

he muttered, “Lise didn’t grow up in a good environment. She has her

away from his hand, her tone sharp. “She’s in her twenties. Sixteen is old enough to be legally responsible for one’s actions.

rubbed his temples, frustration flickering in his eyes. “I’ll take care of this. Don’t

your way of choosing me. That it

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