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.”

was laughing with Reece, her eyes crinkling into crescents

rim of the glass again, his

been magnetic, drawing people to her without even trying. Now, Daxton, Kyson, and who knew how many others seemed captivated by her as

wanted to pull her away from it all, to bring her back to the place she belonged—by

content with mere possession. He didn’t just want her physically present; he wanted

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

widened in surprise. Standing by the roadside was a familiar

Nixon, waited there in a simple white shirt and jeans. His usually

bright with delight as she bolted out of the

squeezing him tightly in a bear hug. The familiar scent of freshly laundered clothes, warmed by

never used perfume; this simple fragrance was the most comforting

tightly but said nothing at first. Instead, he glanced over her shoulder at Daxton, his

he said evenly, “thank you for bringing