My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 524:

“My wife has always been gentle. This is the first time I’ve heard her described that way. Mrs. Diaz, care to elaborate on your perception of my wife?”

All eyes turned to the voice. Kristopher stood in the doorway, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips. As his gaze met Carrie’s, his smile deepened, his eyes radiating a warm, affectionate glow.

Mrs. Diaz froze, her expression stiffening. Though she had always looked down on Carrie, she knew better than to cross Kristopher. His quiet authority was enough to silence even the boldest personalities. Forcing a smile, Mrs. Diaz quickly backtracked. “Just joking, of course. You know how it is at the table—people say all sorts of things in jest.”

Kristopher didn’t even glance in her direction. Instead, he moved over to sit beside Carrie, his attention settling on her hand of cards. She was working on a flush in clubs, hoping for the Four of Clubs. She had already realized it wasn’t in the deck, though. Carrie hesitated, weighing whether to abandon her flush and switch strategies. Her fingers hovered over the Three of Hearts, debating whether to discard it.

Mrs. Diaz seized the moment to needle her again, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Carrie, it’s just a casual game. No need to act like winning a hand is life or death. Anyone watching might think Mr. Norris doesn’t give you an allowance.”

Carrie ignored the jab, letting out a soft sigh as she prepared to toss the Four of Clubs and move on. Before she could, Kristopher’s hand covered hers. Gently, he plucked the Three of Hearts from her fingers and discarded it instead.

her eyes silently conveying what she thought: The Four of Clubs is a

now fit into a new strategy, shifting her focus from an impossible flush to a combination that needed the Five or

Mrs. Diaz played the

said calmly, taking the card and laying down Carrie’s hand in a clean,

“A game’s only fun if you play it with style.

statement might have sounded pompous, but Kristopher’s quiet confidence gave it weight. No one

smile faltered as she stared at the spread of cards, her earlier winnings swept back into Carrie’s corner.

interjected in a lighthearted tone. “It’s getting late, and dinner’s ready. The chef prepared some top-grade seafood, and I

her cards away and rose to her feet, her displeasure

strained. Mrs. Diaz barely