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.”

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

on that

to respond, Kristopher suddenly seized her wrist and yanked her

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

let out

Are you upset that I interrupted

you have done if

shown up? Cook for him? Maybe invite him over for a private meal?” He

with your attentiveness—for a complete

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 turn into yet

made her want to pry his mouth open

a word, she untied the suit jacket around her

icily, “it’s funny how your memory is selective.

“We’re no longer together. Shouldn’t you be busy playing the devoted fiancé? Who I’m with has nothing to do with you. Why do you

fully understand. Why did he lose control every time he encountered Carrie? Why did he always act

gaze, he quickly masked the flicker of panic