My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 574:

Lise frowned slightly as she ended the call, but her mind buzzed with anticipation. Lately, Kristopher had been increasingly difficult to see, his attention seemingly focused elsewhere. This opportunity was far too rare to waste.

Draped in a sultry red slip dress, her legs elegantly crossed, and a slim cigarette balanced between her fingers, Lise radiated an air of effortless sophistication and worldly allure. Lately, Kristopher’s presence in her life had dwindled, and the once meticulously maintained facade of innocence in Lise’s demeanor had begun to slip.

Lise crushed her cigarette into the ashtray, freshened up, and meticulously removed any trace of smoke from her hair and skin. She chose her perfume carefully, spritzing a subtle layer of Jo Malone’s Lime Basil & Mandarin cologne onto her wrists and neck, giving the illusion of a natural fragrance. It was softer, more delicate than her usual seductive fragrances like Black Opium—a choice made to craft the image she knew Kristopher preferred.

After slipping into a white Dior dress adorned with lace embroidery and puffed sleeves, she inspected herself in the mirror. The sweetheart neckline framed her perfectly, balancing elegance with the innocence she so often performed. A satisfied smirk tugged at her lips.

Without alerting Elva, she ordered a private car and headed to Oasis Club.

home, Albin stood in the kitchen slicing fruit for Camille, his phone pressed to his ear as he turned down an

where

friend teased. “And what’s with

phone with a glare. “Who are you calling a retiree? Just wait—I’ll bring Albin out, and I’ll show you what a nightclub queen really looks like!” She ended the call with a huff and playfully smacked Albin’s chest. “This is your fault! You’re the one who doesn’t want to go out, and now your friends think I’m some boring

“I just want to enjoy our time together. Once we’re married, and kids come along, we won’t have this kind

her voice flustered. “Who said anything about marrying you, let alone

embarrassment, and he leaned in to steal a kiss. One kiss turned into another, and before long,

later, Camille and Albin

with the scent of whiskey and exhaustion. He sat slouched on the sofa, his disheveled appearance betraying his turmoil. His suit jacket,

of Yamazaki whiskey worth