My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 675:

Oliver adjusted his tone, his approach now more empathetic. “What Mrs. Norris truly cares about isn’t the women around you, but the lack of certainty you give her. She wants to feel your unwavering devotion.”

He paused, then added meaningfully, “And right now, the bigger concern is the suitors circling her. Mr. Norris, if you keep holding back, silently giving without expressing yourself, someone else may seize the opportunity.”

Compared to the Kristopher who was now consumed by love, Oliver missed the ruthless man he had once been.

Kristopher’s gaze lingered on the glass for a moment longer.

Then, setting it down carefully, he said with an air of finality, “I understand. As for Aliza, don’t investigate her directly. Find someone who opposes the Herrera family and let them take the lead. When the truth comes out, have her dealt with quietly. Don’t let her know why it happened.”

Oliver blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected Kristopher to have already devised a strategy. The tension in his shoulders eased, and he nodded.

“Understood.”

attention shifted, his gaze finding Carrie across the room. She was laughing with Reece, her eyes crinkling into crescents as her radiant

rim of the glass again,

people to her without even trying. Now, Daxton, Kyson, and who knew how many

pull her away from it all, to bring her back to the

possession. He didn’t just want her physically present; he wanted her to return willingly, to look at him with

half of the birthday party went smoothly. After dinner, Carrie left with Reece and Arion to return to the Morrison residence, while Daxton took Camille back to her

hotel, Camille’s eyes widened in surprise.

white shirt and jeans. His usually aloof expression softened by a gentle smile as

with delight as she bolted out of the car and ran to

him tightly in a bear hug. The familiar scent of freshly laundered clothes, warmed by the sun, filled her

brother never used perfume; this simple fragrance was the most comforting and

at first. Instead, he glanced over her shoulder at Daxton, his smile polite

Garcia,” he said evenly, “thank