My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 515:

“What perfume?” Kristopher paused, sniffing at his shirt absentmindedly. Then, as if realizing something, he said, “Oh, right. Before I left Foxfire, Aspyn came to talk to me. Maybe I picked up her perfume then.”

He gave her a helpless smile, adding, “You really do have a sensitive nose. She didn’t even touch me, and we were standing at least a meter apart. How could you smell her perfume?”

Carrie thought for a moment and then asked, “Aspyn?”

Kristopher clarified, “She’s Mr. Gray’s daughter. It was him who arranged for your team to stay at the inn in Foxfire before.”

Realization hit Carrie, and she shot him a disdainful glance. “Ah, I see. She’s the girl you snuck into her room late at night.”

“I didn’t go to her room; she came to mine,” Kristopher said, his voice ice-cold.

Carrie toyed with the buttons on his suit, her tone dismissive. “What’s the difference? It’s all about sex, right?”

Kristopher shot her a cold look. “Ms. Campbell, be careful with your words. The Norris Group has legal counsel. Nothing happened between us, not back then and not today.”

Carrie shrugged. “So what if you have a lawyer? Worst case, you’ll sue me for slander.”

Kristopher scooped Carrie up and carried her into the room. He set the bag on the coffee table and then gently pressed her onto the sofa. He was barely an inch away from her. “The courts have enough on their plate. We shouldn’t waste their time. I’ve decided to handle this rumor myself.”

Catching sight of a maid in the kitchen, Carrie quickly pushed him away. “Okay, okay, I was wrong.”

Kristopher mimicked her tone, repeating her usual line. “What’s the point of an apology when it’s already done?”

Carrie realized she had just made things worse for herself. She quickly adjusted her approach, softening her voice and blinking at him with a pleading look. “I’m hungry.”

Aware that she was doing it deliberately, Kristopher softened his tone. “You can ask questions, but don’t speak nonsense.”

“Words can hurt more than anything,” Kristopher said softly.

Carrie batted her lashes and lowered her gaze, speaking in a soft, almost apologetic tone. “I understand.”

Only then did Kristopher stand and let go of her. “Your hands are all dirty. Go wash them before you eat,” he said, gently guiding her toward the bathroom.

Carrie trailed behind him, silently thinking that a woman who played coy had it made. The skill of being coy always worked. It was no surprise Lise had managed to charm Kristopher for so long.

Kristopher guided her to the sink, put some soap in her hands, and gently washed them, making sure every bit of dirt was gone. Afterward, he dried her hands carefully.

Carrie allowed him to pamper her like a child, then casually asked, “What did Aspyn want? Did she profess her love to you again?”

Kristopher hesitated, then responded flatly, “No.” Carrie could tell he was keeping something from her, so she pouted. “If you don’t want to say, then don’t.”noveldrama

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