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

that offer

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

??????

immediately. Ignoring her reaction, Kristopher shrugged off his own suit jacket and wrapped it around

out

that I interrupted your little flirtation?” His voice dripped with

you have done

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

with your attentiveness—for

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

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

jacket around her waist

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

devoted fiancé? Who I’m with has nothing to do with you. Why do you keep interfering

The accusation struck something deep within him, something he didn’t fully understand. Why did he lose control every time he encountered

he quickly masked the flicker of