My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 532:

“You don’t need to think of it as a bother,” Daxton responded gently.noveldrama

Carrie took a deep breath and shared the unsettling incident—Lise directing Willow to tamper with her medication.

Daxton’s voice was steady and reassuring. “Leave it to me. I’ll take care of gathering the evidence.”

Carrie expressed her gratitude and was just about to end the call when the bedroom door suddenly opened.

Kristopher lingered at the doorway, his travel-worn demeanor and weary expression betraying a rare moment of exhaustion. Seeing Carrie still clutching her phone, he asked casually, “Who were you chatting with?”

Unsure of how much he’d caught, she decided to keep it straightforward. “Daxton sent us a wedding gift.”

Kristopher crossed the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed. His eyes flicked to the bag resting on the nightstand. He pulled out the necklace, gave it a quick once-over, and tossed it back into the bag with little interest.

“It’s fine,” he said flatly, brushing it off like a speck of dust.

To him, the necklace—regardless of its steep price—held no more charm than a trinket from a flea market. Money, at this point, was little more than numbers on a screen to him.

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Carrie, however, felt a small wave of relief that he hadn’t outright discarded it. She shifted closer, her gaze sweeping over him, searching for any signs of injury. Satisfied that he was unscathed, she let out a soft sigh of relief. “Did you manage to sort everything out?”

Kristopher reached for her hand, leaning in to nuzzle her nose affectionately. “Did you miss me?”

The weight of the past few days pressed on her chest, making it hard to voice the answer lingering in her mind. Instead, she leaned back deliberately, wrinkling her nose. “You smell like you’ve been rolling in dust.”

Kristopher sniffed his shirt, a playful smile tugging at his lips. He tapped her nose lightly. “Your nose is sharper than ever. They’re tearing up the roads near the airport. I wasn’t even there long—just hopped straight into the car.”

Despite his teasing words, he stood up, creating a little space between them. “Let me hit the shower first,” he said, his tone light but the hint unmistakable.

“You go ahead,” Carrie replied with mock obliviousness, slipping into an innocent tone. “I’ll call Camille and check on the bridesmaid dress.”

For a split second, Kristopher’s disappointment flickered across his face, but he didn’t push the matter. After all, he wanted everything to be perfect for their wedding—no loose ends, no regrets.

In the bedroom, Kristopher emerged from the shower, his hair damp and torso bare, only to find Carrie missing. He settled onto the sofa, his gaze drifting to a few papers that had fallen out of her bag onto the floor. Curious, he picked them up.

The top one seemed to be a routine medical report—nothing out of the ordinary. Before he could flip to the next page, his phone buzzed. He slid the papers back into her bag, placed it beside the sofa, and answered the call.

If he had flipped just one more page, he would have seen the pregnancy test report hidden beneath.

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