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.”

man’s stiff demeanor relaxed slightly. He

I must take you up on that offer

was about to respond, Kristopher suddenly seized her wrist and yanked her to

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up immediately. Ignoring her reaction, Kristopher shrugged off his own suit jacket and wrapped it around her waist, tying it firmly before pulling her forward. They had barely stepped off the terrace when Carrie

out a

that I interrupted your little flirtation?” His voice

else would you have done if

for him? Maybe invite him over for a private meal?” He repeated her words back

generous with your attentiveness—for

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 turn

him made her want to pry his mouth

around her

she said icily, “it’s funny how your memory is selective. You’ve forgotten everything important, but somehow,

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

deep within him, something he didn’t fully understand. Why did he lose control every time he encountered Carrie? Why did he always act

the flicker of panic behind