My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 640:

After dinner, Jenesis arranged for someone to escort Camille back to the hotel. Carrie was just about to leave with her when Jenesis caught her arm, a sly smile curling on her lips. “Staying at a hotel was fine before,” she said, her tone light but firm. “But tonight, you’re coming home.”

Carrie glanced at Jenesis, her enigmatic expression leaving no room for argument. Even if she pressed for an explanation, she knew she would not get one. Resigned, she nodded and followed her back to the Morrison estate.

The quiet hum of the corridor greeted them as they walked toward the heart of the house. Carrie noticed the soft glow of light spilling from the living room. She hesitated, her curiosity piqued. “Is someone still up in the living room?”

Jenesis chuckled softly and glanced toward the light. “It used to be rare for us to gather there—everyone preferred the comfort of their own rooms. But now, every time you are here, they wait for you in the living room. You have brought a kind of warmth to this house, Carrie. Even though our family is close-knit, it has always been a little… quiet, especially with more men than women around.”

Carrie followed her, a faint smile tugging at her lips as the words sank in. The moment they stepped into the living room, the soft rustling of movement drew her attention. Luca and Kody set aside their newspapers, and Reece placed his tablet face down on the table.

authority. Without a word, he gently took her

since we hadn’t prepared a room for you. But now, it’s different. Your room has been

best stories

mock severity. “Honestly, who stays at a hotel when their family home is just around the corner? What would

“Alright, I will move back home.” Kody and Luca exchanged triumphant glances before stepping forward. “Perfect,” Luca said,

her to the room, Carrie could hardly suppress her curiosity. When they stepped inside,

thoughtfully designed with distinct areas for sleeping, working, relaxing, and even entertaining. A wardrobe occupied one corner, while a small study and lounge area filled the opposite side.

her, the ceiling light sparkled with embedded natural white sapphires, their brilliance surpassing even the finest crystals. Unlike the classic elegance that defined the rest of the Morrison

considered seriously. The home she shared with Gracie had plain white walls, devoid of any particular style or flair. Later, both Bayview Villa and the

wildest dreams did she expect the Morrison family to take her words to heart and actually decorate her

fell on the wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling window that offered an expansive view of the grounds. Her eyes lit up when she noticed the sleek black piano positioned before it. She walked over, her fingers