My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 573:

The driver, unfamiliar with Kristopher’s personal life and hoping to cheer him up, offered another option. “It can’t be true that no one misses you, Sir. If you’re not keen on going home, perhaps somewhere more lively?”

Vaguely, Kristopher responded with a noncommittal grunt, “Mm.”

Taking this as a sign of agreement, the driver, pleased with himself, redirected the car towards the Oasis Club. Before joining the Norris Group, the driver had often taken his old boss to the same club and had noticed Kristopher there on several occasions. His former employer had mentioned that it was a regular spot for Kristopher and his friends.

Upon reaching the club, the manager immediately noticed Kristopher’s drunk state and suggested caution. “Mr. Norris doesn’t look well. Maybe it’s better to take him home.”noveldrama

But the driver dismissed the concern, saying, “He made it clear he doesn’t want to return home.”

He cast a knowing glance at Kristopher’s slumped figure, leaned in, and quietly told the manager, “Mr. Norris is seeking company tonight. He said as much.”

The manager glanced at Kristopher, who was lying limply in the back seat, then back at the driver. Given Kristopher’s typically careful demeanor, the manager concluded that Kristopher must trust the driver enough to have arrived at the club in such a condition. With that reassurance, the manager gestured for two staff members to help Kristopher out of the car.

In a private room at Oasis Club, Kristopher sat slouched on the sofa, one hand massaging his temples while his patience ebbed away. His voice was clipped and sharp as he instructed, “Bring me my private stash of wine.”

Though his mind was clear enough to recognize his surroundings, he made no effort to question why the driver hadn’t taken him home. Deep down, he knew the answer. Going home meant confronting Carrie’s cold indifference, her hollow gaze, her unspoken distance. Perhaps, he thought bitterly, staying away would make her life easier.

For Kristopher, the idea of “home” had always been elusive. Whether it was the Norris Mansion or Bayview Villa, these places were merely walls and a roof—a luxury facade to sleep within. It was Carrie who had transformed Bayview Villa into something different. Knowing she was there, waiting for him, had given meaning to an otherwise hollow structure. But now, that warmth was gone. She no longer waited for him, no longer cared if he stayed out or came home.

The club manager watched him carefully, fully aware of Kristopher’s rigid boundaries—no women were allowed near him during these drinking sessions. Yet the manager couldn’t shake the driver’s earlier words: “Mr. Norris is seeking company tonight.” He considered the words carefully, his mind turning to Lise Nash. The news of Kristopher’s marriage to Carrie had been suppressed after the shootout at the wedding. This was done to protect the image of the Norris group. While more people were aware of Carrie’s identity now, to the general public, Lise was still believed to be the woman Kristopher cherished.

The manager’s memory clicked—Lise had once visited Oasis Club, and her contact information had been recorded as a courtesy. It seemed fortuitous now, a convenient solution to Kristopher’s rare vulnerability.

Stepping out of the room, the manager quickly found Lise’s number and made the call. “Ms. Nash?” he began smoothly. “This is the manager of Oasis Club. Mr. Norris has had a bit too much to drink and keeps asking for you.”

There was a pause on the line before Lise responded, her voice measured but eager. “I see. I’ll be right there.”

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