My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 571:

The next day, Carrie awoke, her mind groggy from a restless sleep. She opened her bedroom door to find Kristopher still at home. Unwilling to engage with him, she instructed the maid to bring her breakfast to her room. After eating, she buried herself in her study, spending the afternoon reading.

The hours passed in silence until she finally stepped out. At that exact moment, Kristopher emerged from his study. Their eyes met briefly across the hall before Carrie quickly averted her gaze, pretending he didn’t exist. She turned and walked toward her bedroom without a word, but before she could close the door, the sound of his phone ringing cut through the silence.

The ringtone continued, sharp and insistent, but Kristopher made no move to answer it. Carrie paused, took a step back, and glanced at him. Her voice was calm, almost detached, as she asked, “Is it Lise calling?” Kristopher didn’t respond, which was all the answer she needed. A cold, mocking smile curved across Carrie’s lips. “Why aren’t you answering? Afraid I’ll overhear something you don’t want me to?”

“Carrie…” Kristopher said helplessly, her name like a sigh on his lips. He hesitated before finally swiping to answer the call. To dispel any misunderstanding, he put the phone on speaker.

Lise’s voice filled the hallway, soft and pleading. “Kristopher, I’m going to the hospital for a checkup today. I’m not feeling well… I’ve been so anxious. Can you come with me?”

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but deliberate. She glanced at Kristopher’s phone screen briefly, then met his gaze. Her expression was unreadable as she said, almost casually,

in her tone. Despite knowing she was trying to

off the speaker, Carrie’s hand stopped him mid-motion. Her faint smile lingered, her grip light but

no choice but to address the phone directly. “Elva, please take care of Lise. I have something

back over the line. “Kristopher… can you come after lunch,

want to go for a walk. I can’t even remember the last time

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into the phone again, his tone firm but kind. “Lise, the medical team I arranged for you is the