My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 572:

Ignoring Kristopher entirely, she returned to her bedroom, gathered her laptop and iPad, and headed for her study. Her actions were deliberate, every movement calculated to reinforce her disregard for him.noveldrama

Kristopher remained standing in the hallway, a faint, bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He turned off his phone screen and slipped it into his pocket.

The maid hesitated, watching the tense scene unfold. Cautiously, she asked, “Mr. Norris, what would you like for lunch?” Assuming he would leave to see Lise after the cold exchange, she was surprised when he replied evenly, “Make a plate of ravioli for me as well and bring it to my study.”

Carrie, who was still within earshot, showed no reaction. Instead, she slammed the door to her study shut with a loud bang, the sound reverberating down the hall.

Locked in her study for most of the afternoon, Carrie only emerged briefly to use the restroom. As the sun set, Oliver arrived at Bayview Villa to seek advice from Kristopher on an upcoming dinner event.

Just as Carrie left the study, Kristopher bypassed Oliver and addressed her directly. “Any preferences for dinner tonight?” he queried.

Ignoring Kristopher, Carrie instructed the maid, “Please, something simple for dinner, and bring it to the study when ready.”

Kristopher tried to clear the air as he sensed her withdrawal, saying, “Just so you know, I’m off to a dinner meeting, and Lise isn’t involved.”

Hastily, Oliver added, “Mrs. Norris, I assure you, I will escort Mr. Norris home directly after the meeting. He’s not meeting anyone else.”

With a dismissive glance, Carrie returned to the study, her lack of concern evident. As long as Kristopher wasn’t seeing Lise, he was free to meet whoever else he wished. Carrie remained unbothered.

Kristopher then instructed Oliver, “I need a suitable suit for tonight.”

Oliver, hoping to involve Carrie, spoke louder, aiming his words toward the study. “Usually, Mrs. Norris selects your attire. She does have superior taste. Maybe she should—” The study door slammed shut, cutting him off abruptly.

Kristopher gave him a stern look. “If you can’t manage, I’ll find someone who can.”

Determined, Oliver responded, “I’m on it! I’ll sort it immediately.” He rushed to fetch a suit from Kristopher’s wardrobe.

Kristopher’s mood was sour throughout the dinner, where he indiscriminately drank both red and white wine.

Despite his usual tolerance, by the end of the evening, Kristopher was noticeably drunk, having consumed several bottles. The dinner, attended by key international business figures, was important, and Oliver stayed behind to ensure the smooth running of the event. Concerned for Kristopher’s well-being, Oliver made arrangements with a company driver for a safe ride back to Bayview Villa, assuming the short trip would be uneventful.

During the drive, the driver caught a glimpse of Kristopher in the rearview mirror and inquired, “Mr. Norris, would you like to go home?”

Kristopher, barely keeping his eyes open, muttered despondently, “What’s the point? No one at home cares.”

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