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.”

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

she held her tongue because of Albin’s presence and instead redirected

am here for my wife,” Kristopher said, then

hush fell over the room as puzzled looks were exchanged, everyone wondering who among them was Kristopher’s

a cat that had just caught a mouse. A subtle smirk curved her lips as she turned to the man sitting on

the 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

watching a live tennis match. The revelation hit like a thunderbolt, leaving the crowd momentarily stunned. But when they took a moment to weigh the looks and demeanor of

one was more flabbergasted than Ailyn, who burst out, her voice an octave higher than usual, “That’s impossible! Isn’t