My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 484:

“At Norris Group? Is that really all I am in your eyes?” Kristopher’s words flowed smoothly, his tone playful yet laced with a touch of mock hurt. They had performed this routine so many times it was second nature by now. Kristopher delivered his lines with such natural charm that no one could doubt his sincerity. The tenderness in his voice carried the unmistakable air of a man utterly besotted.

Carrie gave a small, knowing smile, her eyes sliding toward Ailyn like a blade. “I never said that. She just came up with it on her own.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop as a collective shiver ran through the crowd. Before Carrie’s arrival, plenty of people had cozied up to Ailyn by taking cheap shots at Carrie. Now, they were breaking out in cold sweats, mentally retracing their steps to see if they’d crossed any lines. Once they convinced themselves they hadn’t gone too far, they sighed in relief, emboldened enough to inch closer to Kristopher, who had suddenly become the center of their universe.

Ailyn, on the other hand, looked as though she’d been slapped across the face. She stumbled back into a chair, her humiliation painted vividly across her features. But no one paid her any mind. The rest of the group was too busy trying to figure out how to worm their way into Kristopher’s good graces.

over two thousand on the market but marked up to five thousand here at the hotel. Not so long ago, everyone had oohed and aahed over it, but now, in Kristopher’s

was calm, almost lazy, as he addressed the waiter. “Just bring three bottles of my wine.” His eyes, however, never left Carrie, as if no one else in

jumped in, nodding so eagerly it was a wonder his head stayed attached. “Yes, yes! Do as Mr. Norris

man in the wine business leaned in to get a closer look and whistled low

in the group quickly abandoned their wistful glances at Kristopher, redirecting their envy toward Carrie. In a flash, they had their phones out, snapping pictures of the rare wines as though capturing a mythical beast. Even if Kristopher was out of their league,

opportunist, poured two glasses from one of the million-dollar bottles and approached Kristopher with the air of someone about to meet royalty. “Mr. Norris, it’s an absolute honor to finally meet you. Thanks to our class beauty here, I get the chance to toast with you. Would you do me the honor of accepting

to Carrie. “Sweetheart,” he asked softly, “may I have a