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.

Camille’s playful tease. “Sweetheart, how do you find the time to nap with such a big event just around the

tired lately. I meant to

than she realized something didn’t feel right. Despite a seemingly lighter schedule of late, her fatigue was

about it. Ever since Albin came into the picture, my days have

thoughts. It was true—spending time with Kristopher, whose vigor seemed inexhaustible, was more draining than her usual

without much enthusiasm. Her gaze drifted across the lavish gowns, feeling they might be

song played softly from her phone, and as the singer crooned, “Purple really suits you,” her eyes settled on a purple

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

she chose a pearl necklace, its double strands

ready to head out. Standing by the