My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 941:

Then, without a word, he flipped the empty glass upside down, giving it a small shake before setting it on a nearby table.

Carrie frowned slightly. She didn’t understand what he was doing, but at that moment, between a stranger and Kristopher, her instincts still leaned toward Kristopher.

So, she swallowed the question lingering on the tip of her tongue and remained silent beside him.

Kristopher’s sharp gaze swept over her, pausing when he noticed the suit jacket draped over her legs.

Without hesitation, he reached over, grabbed the jacket, and tossed it back toward the man. His expression remained impassive as he spoke.

“Sir, we’ve finished our drinks. Thank you for your kindness. I’ll take Carrie inside now. The Morrison family is looking for her.”

The man’s initial reaction was irritation, his lips parting as if to demand who Kristopher thought he was. But the moment Kristopher mentioned the Morrison family, his expression darkened slightly. After a beat, he retrieved his jacket, responding coolly, “Okay.”

Carrie, unwilling to offend anyone, offered a polite smile.

“Thank you for the jacket. Since you’re a good friend of my uncle’s, maybe you can visit sometime. I’ll cook a couple of dishes for you to try.”

the man’s stiff demeanor relaxed slightly. He smiled faintly,

you up on that offer

as Carrie was about to respond, Kristopher suddenly

𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱

it around her waist, tying it firmly before pulling her forward. They had barely stepped off the terrace when Carrie wrenched her

out a

wrong? Are you upset that I interrupted your little flirtation?” His voice

would you have done

shown up? Cook for him? Maybe invite him over for a

quite generous with your attentiveness—for

been willing to let things go—after all, Kristopher had technically saved her from an uncomfortable situation. But the way he spoke now, the sheer condescension in his tone, made her blood boil. She hadn’t expected his so-called rescue to

second spent with him made her want to pry his mouth open and see if he’d

around her waist and flung it back

funny how your memory is selective. You’ve forgotten everything important, but somehow, your

devoted

he didn’t fully understand. Why did he lose control every

her gaze, he quickly masked the flicker of panic behind his