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.

slicing fruit for Camille, his phone pressed to his ear as he turned down an

is where

you her nanny now?” his friend teased. “And what’s with your girlfriend? She looks like she owns the nightlife but lives like 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 girlfriend. You’re

enjoy our time together. Once we’re married, and kids come along, we won’t have

away, her voice flustered. “Who said

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

hours later, Camille and Albin

disheveled appearance betraying his turmoil. His suit jacket, worth more than most people’s annual salary, was discarded, and his shirt hung open at the collar, revealing his toned chest. He was indeed a sight

empty bottle of Yamazaki whiskey worth four million sat beside