My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 475:

The day of the reunion arrived in no time. The event was set near the scenic Bayview Villa. Carrie didn’t fuss much over it; she stuck to her regular schedule. In the morning, she went to the movie set, and by noon, she was back at home. With Kristopher buried in overtime work, she shared lunch with their live-in maid.

In a hushed tone, the maid ventured, “Mrs. Norris, you’ve missed your health supplement for a few days now. I’ll bring it up a bit earlier today.”

It didn’t take long for Carrie to understand that the maid could have overheard the passionate exchanges between her and Kristopher during the night. A blush tinged her cheeks as she responded, “I think I’ll pass on the supplement for now. My stomach’s been a bit off; I’ll resume it in a couple of days. It’s just for general health, so there’s no hurry.”

“Alright,” the maid replied with a nod, her face brightening with visible relief. Casting a quick glance at Carrie’s complexion, the maid mused to herself, “With how often she and Mr. Norris are together, she likely doesn’t need any supplement.”

After lunch, Carrie retreated to the bedroom and quickly succumbed to sleep. When Camille’s call came through, Carrie was deep in slumber.

how do

sleep from her eyes. “I’ve been feeling incredibly tired lately. I meant to review

didn’t feel right. Despite a seemingly lighter

sigh. “Tell me about it. Ever

those words, Carrie shook herself free from her wandering thoughts. It was true—spending time with

room without much enthusiasm. Her gaze drifted across the lavish

crooned, “Purple really suits you,” her eyes settled on a purple dress. This moment of serendipity, an external cue influencing her choice, demonstrated how external stimuli could guide

closely with its pencil design and pleated midsection that flattered her slim waist. The dress ended just above her knees,

necklace, its double

meet her at the hotel after he was done with his commitments, then got ready to head out. Standing by the door in high heels, she hesitated whether to have a servant drive her or to hail a taxi, when Daxton appeared