My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 565:

“Yes, sir,” the aide replied with quiet deference.

Night blanketed Bayview Villa, and a cool chill crept into the air. In her room, Carrie sat at her desk, completely absorbed in her work. Her fingers flew over the keyboard as the words flowed effortlessly. When she finally paused to stretch, a glance at her word count revealed she had written ten thousand words. Her back ached from sitting too long, and as she stood to stretch, she felt the tension ease. After freshening up, she changed into her nightclothes and slipped into bed, hoping for a good night’s sleep.

Just as she closed her eyes, a soft knock came at the door. “Mrs. Norris, are you still up?” a maid called gently from the hallway.

“Yes, come in,” Carrie said absently.

The maid entered, balancing a tray with a single bowl. The scent of the contents hit Carrie instantly—a dark, earthy aroma with a sharp pungency that made her nose wrinkle. Carrie frowned as she sat up. “What is this?”

the maid said with practiced politeness, setting the tray down on the

her recent experience with mysterious supplements fresh

prescribed by the medical team Mr. Norris hired. The doctor handed it to me directly in Mr. Norris’s presence. Dr. Molina also reviewed it to ensure there were

the bowl suspiciously, her doubts lingering. “Did they say what kind of supplement it is?” She remembered asking the doctor upon discharge, who

head apologetically. “I’m not sure, ma’am. But

and downed the liquid in one gulp. The taste was horrific. The concoction burned her throat and made her stomach churn. She gagged, her hand shooting to her mouth to stifle the reflex. It was more than bitter—it was

empty bowl back on the tray. “That was

sat on the edge of the bed, the bitterness clinging to her tongue like an unwelcome guest. She stood and made her way to the bathroom to rinse her mouth. Halfway to the bathroom, a strange impulse struck her. Without fully understanding why,

is Kristopher?” she wondered. A cold knot formed in her stomach. Was he with Lise? Her gaze shifted to the third-floor corridor, where a faint light spilled out from