My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 607:

“Kristopher, no!” Albin threw his weight onto Kristopher’s arm, struggling to hold it down.

“Do not make a scene here. Gracie’s funeral went smoothly. Are you really going to ruin it now?”

Albin turned to Daxton, his tone venomous. “And you—get out of here. Still trying to stir the pot? Should I call Carrie back to see what a manipulative bastard you really are?”

Daxton adjusted his suit with practiced nonchalance, flashing an infuriatingly calm smile before walking away.

Kristopher let out a slow breath, brushing off Albin’s grip. “I’m heading back to Norris Group,” he said curtly.

tone lighter, almost pleading, “let me work with you for a while. I

Ripples Complex apartment, shared by Carrie and Camille, was spacious but carried an undercurrent of cluttered coziness. It was less about the size and more about the emotional weight they both brought into the

had insisted on taking the sofa downstairs, leaving Carrie the upstairs bedroom. “It’s better for my projects,”

Carrie had plunged herself into work, her grief

from her world, his absence

the other hand, had a knack for appearing at just the right moments. Sometimes he would show up with a bag of fresh seafood or a box of perfectly ripe fruits; other times, the

dropped off, raising an eyebrow. “I do not think Daxton sees you

her eyes, brushing the comment aside. “Maybe he just feels bad for me being alone. Who tries to woo someone with lobsters? If anything, it feels more like a care

clever. Roses and chocolates? Too obvious, and you would never accept them while still married. Lobsters, cherries, and blueberries? Those are your favorites. He knows

to the kitchen. “Cherries, sweet blueberries, lobsters,

rang. Camille, elbow-deep in cleaning the lobsters, muttered, “What’s Daxton sending now? This batch alone must weigh five or six kilos. You sure