My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 535:

Carrie glanced down at Camille, her lips twitching into a teasing smile. “You’ve got him wrapped around your little finger, don’t you?”

An hour later, Carrie set her empty juice glass on the table and stood up. “It’s getting late. I should head home.”

Camille reached out to stop her. “It’s too late to drive. Call Kristopher to come pick you up.”

After a brief hesitation, Carrie dialed his number, only to be met with the cold, automated message: “Sorry, the number you’ve dialed is temporarily unavailable.”

Camille frowned and kicked Albin lightly. “You drive her home and come back after.”

Carrie quickly waved her hands. “There’s no need—it’s too much trouble.”

Albin brushed off her protest, already on his feet. “It’s no trouble at all. I’ll drop you off and grab a ride back.” Reluctantly, Carrie agreed.

As they descended to the parking area, a shadowy figure caught their attention. The person was lingering near her car, moving in a way that immediately raised suspicion.

Albin narrowed his eyes and pointed at the figure. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” he called out, his voice sharp.

When the noise disturbed the silence, the shadowy figure took off running. Albin gave chase but halted after realizing the figure had disappeared from the area. He turned to Carrie, torn about what to do next. It seemed the shadow had been after Carrie, and Albin suspected that pursuing it could be a trap to draw him away.

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He signaled to a nearby security guard. “I need the surveillance footage from this area. Send it to my phone.”

“Right away, Mr. Murray,” the guard responded, dashing toward the security booth.

Together, Albin and Carrie made their way to her car. Circling the vehicle, Albin examined it thoroughly, then bent down to inspect the tires. “Someone tried to break into the car, and look, the tires are cut.”

A chill ran down Carrie’s spine. Typically, luxury cars are equipped with resilient tires, but today, she had opted for an older, less secure model, leaving it just as vulnerable as any standard car.

After calling the authorities and providing his account of events, Albin escorted Carrie back to Bayview Villa. Carrie showered and attempted to reach Kristopher by phone, but her call failed to connect.

Gazing at her phone, Carrie fought back a wave of sadness as fatigue began to set in. Setting aside her phone, she crawled into bed. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she half-awoke to a familiar, comforting scent of shower gel mixed with a subtle hint of wood.

By morning, Kristopher had already left.

Opening her bedroom door, Carrie was met with a flurry of activity. The Norris Mansion’s staff bustled around. Seeing her awake, they rushed over. “Mrs. Norris, you’re finally up! We were just about to wake you!”

Barely awake, Carrie was quickly ushered away to prepare for the day. It was only when she sat at her vanity and saw her reflection that she realized—today was her wedding day.noveldrama

The wedding setting by the ocean surpassed all expectations, with reality far more stunning than any plan had suggested. In the nearby forest, ribbons adorned the trees, and twin tracks lay beneath, along which a pumpkin-shaped carriage carried guests, like something straight out of a fairytale.

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