My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 827

Chapter 827:

They were talking, laughing, her smile bright, effortless. She had smiled like that at Kyson. At Daxton. But never at him.

Kristopher squeezed his eyes shut, trying to sharpen the blurry images. The man… He was a minor celebrity. Stewart Lopez? Something like that.

He vaguely remembered meeting Stewart once, back when he visited Lise on set. Stewart had been the male lead—quiet, introverted, stiff in conversation. Kristopher hadn’t thought much of him at the time. Kristopher knew that Carrie was an actress. Did she act with Stewart too?

His mind spun. He recalled Lise on set, her cold indifference to every male actor. Both Lise and Carrie had gotten entangled with him because of his money, but even after their breakup, Lise had remained within his orbit.

But Carrie… While still carrying the title of Mrs. Norris, she had surrounded herself with so-called colleagues and friends, entangling herself with other men.

sickening anger coiled in his chest. His head pounded, as if his skull

endured pain before—deep wounds, shattered bones, surgeries without anesthesia. He had gritted his teeth through all of

pressed hard against his temple, tightening into a fist as if he could physically squeeze the pain

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emotionless, yet oddly calming—drifted above him. “Here. A sip of cold water

carried no warmth, only thinly veiled impatience. And yet, her voice felt like a breeze cutting through the suffocating heat. Like

for severe heatstroke. She had only meant to hand him the bottle

cap open, sat beside him, and pushed the bottle to his lips. “Mr. Norris, could you possibly open

over the rim, spilling onto him—and onto Carrie. For a second, he froze. He had seen this before. A spill. Aliza’s disgusted expression—fleeting,

curled in his gut. Would Carrie be the same? Would she flinch

hands in disgust, pretending not to care while secretly wishing she had never