My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 483:

With a slight shake of her head to dispel these thoughts, Carrie quietly sipped her tea. It was the standard complimentary brew from the hotel—decent but notably bitter. She frowned lightly and returned the cup to the table.

Ailyn had organized this dinner at the Norris Group’s hotel, flaunting her generosity, yet sparingly on the meal and beverages. As Kristopher paused at the doorway, murmurs spread among the guests. “Is Mr. Norris here specifically for us? Or is he just passing through?” One person eyed Albin and guessed, “Could it be because of Mr. Murray?” Another dismissed the notion, saying, “Attending a good friend’s girlfriend’s class reunion seems a stretch.” Yet another chimed in, “Given that Ailyn’s partner is Mr.

Norris’s uncle and this is a Norris Group hotel, perhaps Mr. Myers sent him to cover our costs.” This last suggestion seemed the most likely to the group, and they turned to Ailyn with flattering remarks, saying, “Ailyn, we’re truly fortunate today to have Mr. Norris among us. It’s like hitting the jackpot!”

Ailyn sat stunned, her usual bravado faltering as she faced the reality of Kristopher standing before her. She had believed Kristopher had gone out of his way to attend just for her. The thought that Kristopher had come for her quickened her pulse. She muttered under her breath, “Maybe he was just passing through.”

possible. Do you even realize your place? You’re merely the partner of Kristopher’s relative. The Norris family would hardly acknowledge you. And to think Kristopher

shot Camille a sharp look, she held her tongue because of Albin’s presence and instead redirected her irritation toward Carrie. Her eyes darted from Camille to Carrie. “If Mr. Norris isn’t here for me, then who? Surely not

for my wife,” Kristopher said, then without

puzzled looks were exchanged, everyone wondering who among

caught a mouse. A subtle smirk curved her lips as she turned to the man sitting on Carrie’s other side and quipped, “Hey, can’t you see her husband’s here? Maybe it’s time you scoot over and make some space for

man glanced around, his eyes darting between the girls before settling back on Carrie with an expression of pure disbelief. “You mean… Carrie? She’s Mr. Norris’s

crowd momentarily stunned. But when they took a moment to weigh the looks and demeanor of all the women in the room, the scales tipped decisively in Carrie’s favor—she was

who burst out, her voice an octave higher than