My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 703:

The private kitchen specialized in pre-ordered dishes, with no menu to guide the selections.

Oliver, eager to contribute, quickly introduced another dish. “This is matsutake mushroom tofu egg soup,” he explained, gesturing toward a bowl.

The delicately sliced tofu strands formed an intricate, cloud-like sphere, gently bobbing in the clear broth like a piece of edible art.

Carrie’s gaze snapped to him, her expression frosty. “Aren’t you here to eat?” Turning to Kristopher, she added, “I can manage on my own, Mr. Norris. I don’t need your help.”

Oh?” Kristopher interjected, a sly glint in his eye as he glanced briefly at Daxton. “You don’t like it when others help you with your food?”

“That’s correct,” Carrie replied flatly, her tone laced with irritation.

Without missing a beat, Kristopher retrieved both bowls he and Daxton had served her, placing them before himself.

Meeting her sharp gaze with calm confidence, he smirked. “You said you don’t like it, so as a courtesy—considering our past—I’ll save you the trouble and eat these myself.”

Before Carrie could retort, Daxton interjected, his tone neutral but firm. “It doesn’t matter who eats it, as long as it’s not wasted.”

Kristopher leaned back slightly, a small chuckle escaping him as he directed a pointed comment at Daxton. “I never quite understood what people meant by calling someone two-faced. But today, it’s all very clear.”

Across the table, Marina’s guilt surged. She had misjudged Daxton once, even involving her brother to disrupt his date with Carrie. Now, Kristopher’s words only deepened her regret.

“Mr. Norris,” she said, her voice tinged with reproach, “aren’t you too old to speak like that about someone else? It’s not very becoming.”

Kristopher remained unfazed, a faint smile on his lips. “I’m saying it to his face, fair and square.” He paused, then added with a touch of sarcasm, “Besides, if we go by family hierarchy, Daxton is technically my cousin’s son. As his elder, isn’t it my duty to offer some guidance?”

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Marina’s eyes widened in surprise. “What? He’s your nephew?” Her expression shifted quickly to one of delight.

Kristopher was an ex, and Daxton was the ex’s relative. Her brother no longer had any competition. Wasn’t Carrie definitely going to become her sister-in-law?

Daxton, however, wasn’t about to let Kristopher gain the upper hand.

His tone was calm but resolute as he countered, “You seem to have forgotten, Mr. Norris, that we’ve already severed ties. That was your decision.”

Kristopher’s expression hardened. “Cutting ties formally doesn’t erase bloodlines. Whether I like it or not, that remains unchanged. I bring it up not to claim kinship but to remind you to act ethically.”

Daxton’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone measured but biting. “I am no longer associated with the Norris family. As for Carrie, she was never part of it to begin with. Even if we hadn’t cut ties, her title would be irrelevant. Now that you’re divorced, neither society nor law has any right to interfere.”

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