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.”

relaxed slightly. He smiled faintly, his tone turning

on that offer when I get the chance, Ms.

was about to respond, Kristopher suddenly seized her

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irritation flaring up immediately. Ignoring her reaction, Kristopher shrugged off his own suit jacket and wrapped it around her waist, tying it

let out a cold

upset that I interrupted

would you have done if

over for a private meal?” He repeated her words

your

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

his mouth open and see if he’d

jacket around her waist and

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

longer together. Shouldn’t you be busy playing the devoted fiancé? Who I’m with has nothing to

within him, something he didn’t fully understand. Why did he lose control every time he encountered Carrie? Why did he always act so out of character when it came

gaze, he quickly masked the flicker of panic