My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 516:

Kristopher turned his gaze to hers. “If I don’t tell you, will you stop overthinking?”

Carrie stared back at him. “You can choose not to speak, and I can choose to think whatever I want. You can’t control what goes on in my mind, can you?”

Kristopher sighed, finally giving in. “She somehow found out about some things concerning Lise’s family…”

Carrie was aware that Lise’s family was pretty average, coming from a small town near Orkset. Mr. Gray had a bit of local influence, so it wasn’t difficult for Aspyn to uncover some details about Lise’s past.

Feeling curious, Carrie asked, “Why did Aspyn suddenly bring up Lise?”

Kristopher paused for a moment before answering. “I mentioned I was going home to have dinner with my wife. She might have misunderstood and thought I was talking about Lise.”

Carrie was momentarily taken aback. She couldn’t help but picture Kristopher acting the doting husband in front of a group of middle-aged people.

Her cheeks turned pink immediately. A public display of affection like that felt a bit awkward.

Kristopher leaned down and kissed her on the head. “Can you stop overthinking and just enjoy your meal?”

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“Mm.” Carrie nodded in agreement.

In the presidential suite of a luxurious hotel, the glow of city lights spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the room in soft golden hues. Lise reclined on the sofa, her silk nightgown gliding over her curves as she swirled a glass of red wine. Her gaze lingered on the sprawling skyline, but her expression was distant, her lips pressed in a faint line.noveldrama

Behind her poised elegance was a flicker of something raw, hidden just beneath the surface.

On the other side of the room, a rugged man sat slouched in a chair. His jacket was frayed, and his tattooed arms were folded as he fidgeted uncomfortably. He watched Lise with a mix of hesitation and unease.

Lise broke the silence, her tone detached. “The view’s spectacular, isn’t it?” she mused, her eyes still fixed on the lights. “All this beauty… it’s only possible with money and power.”

The man shifted, rubbing his hands against his jeans. Finally, he spoke, his voice breaking the calm. “Lise, there’s… a problem. Someone’s looking into your dad’s accident. Someone actually saw it happen. I don’t know why they’ve stayed quiet all these years, but now…”

Lise’s gaze dropped to her wineglass as she set it down on the coffee table. Slowly, she lifted her eyelids, her voice ice-cold. “So what? Kristopher knows my dad was a gambler. What difference does it make if someone dredges up a drunk-driving accident?”

She laughed bitterly, the sound hollow. “He doesn’t care about me—he never really did. And if he doesn’t care about me, why would he care about my family?” Her lips twisted into a sardonic smile.

She was, admittedly, vain. But when a man like Kristopher—radiating wealth, strikingly handsome, and with a patience that seemed boundless—stood by her, she could afford to be reckless.

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