My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1013:

Kristopher eventually paused, casting her a side glance. “Is the food not to your liking?” he asked, his tone even.

Startled, Aliza snapped out of her daze. She turned toward him with a faintly embarrassed smile, lowering her voice. “It’s not that. I just… I’m close with Miss Hinks, and I can’t help but worry about her family.”

Kristopher replied calmly, “Alethea has no real intention of being your friend. I’m not here to interfere with your relationships, but with someone like her, I hope you’ll be careful. Don’t let yourself be used.”

Aliza shifted to face him more fully, her tone soft. “I understand. In this circle, genuine friendships are rare. Before Carrie came…” She hesitated. She glanced at Kristopher, gauging his reaction to the mention of Carrie. Seeing no change in his expression, she continued, “Before she arrived, everyone in Isonridge called me their closest friend. But now? They keep their distance. I’ve come to realize—only family and lovers are truly reliable.”

As she said this, her hand slid onto his arm, clinging lightly.

softened. He placed a hand over hers, giving it a light pat. “You’ve been fragile since the miscarriage. What you need most right now is rest—time to

someone with the right blood type… it might

would help the Herrera family, but at the last second, she

with confidence—and without hesitation. In his eyes, Kelsey Hinks wasn’t particularly outstanding in business. Conservative, cautious—under her leadership, the Hinks family enterprise

only leverage was money. And to Kristopher, money was the one thing he didn’t need. He had partnered with the Herrera family back when everyone else shunned them—not

with a casual air, “If their connections and money haven’t found the right blood type, it probably means it’s incredibly rare. Rather than wasting time on sentiment, it’s better to invest in projects backed by solid research and market potential. Business should

for a blood type that was supposedly type O. My

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up, chewing slowly.