My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 633:

Before the doctor could respond, Reece chuckled, waving her concerns away. “Carrie, if I had a fracture, do you really think I would be sitting here joking with you? Trust me, I am fine. Kristopher might be strong, but I can hold my own. If anyone is worse off, it’s probably him.”

Carrie’s gaze lingered on Reece, her mind briefly drifting.

Noticing her silence, Reece frowned. “You’re not still worried about that jerk, are you? Getting too attached to a man is a one-way ticket to endless heartache.”

His sharp tone snapped her back to the moment. Carrie quickly smiled, brushing off his comment. “No, of course not. I am only concerned that if Kristopher were seriously injured, the Norris family might retaliate.”

Reece snorted, dismissing the notion with a wave of his hand. “The Norris family? What do they amount to? Three generations of wealth and influence, at best. The Morrison family has stood strong for far longer. Their legacy cannot hold a candle to ours.”

Carrie considered this, her thoughts drifting to the recent confrontation. Reece and Kristopher had seemed evenly matched during their clash. If Reece could emerge relatively unscathed, Kristopher’s injuries likely mirrored his.

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his face. “Carrie, why did Kristopher keep bringing up the Music Association? He made it sound like I am using

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subtle shift in Carrie’s expression and leaned forward,

stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I can play my grandfather’s

admission felt weighty, almost fragile. While her piano skills were passable, they were far from exceptional. That single piece, her grandfather’s legacy, was the only truly remarkable thing she could offer. Could the Morrison family really rely on just one song to maintain their

his excitement palpable. “Carrie, you can play the piano? And you can

a faint smile, her voice tinged with shyness. “I can play, but I am not particularly skilled. I have only ever heard my grandmother hum that piece; I never had the

float past Reece, who was already swept up