My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 767:

A proper ex-wife.

Carrie’s lips curved into a bitter smile.

Those words, once her own, had returned to mock her.

Perhaps this was divine intervention, she mused, a celestial roadblock preventing any possibility of reconciliation.

Her gaze fixed on Kristopher as words caught in her throat. Her thoughts whirled in a tempest of indecision.

Billie had exploited his amnesia, orchestrating his relationship with Aliza through deception.

What would happen if his memories returned after marriage? How would he reconcile the betrayal by both Aliza and Billie?

Yet who was she to intervene?

Kristopher’s evident disdain would surely prevent him from hearing her out, let alone believing her.

Before Carrie could resolve her internal struggle, Arion’s voice cut through the tension.

“Carrie harbors no interest in Kristopher. Mrs. Norris, rather than indulging in sarcasm, perhaps focus on guiding your son away from her.”

Kristopher’s expression grew stern. Was Arion suggesting that he would pursue Carrie?

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Ridiculous!

Why on earth would he pursue a woman?

Yet, the Morrison family was not known for falsely accusing such things. After reflecting on it, Kristopher concluded that Carrie was likely spreading lies about him.

He figured that a woman like Carrie, so full of herself, would be clever enough to use such devious tricks.

He gazed at Arion with a hint of sympathy, wondering if Arion was about to become the next target of such lies.

However, Kristopher was not one to interfere in the personal matters of others. Everyone must follow their own path in a world where only the strongest survive.noveldrama

Kristopher shifted his attention to Kendall.

“I prefer to be straightforward. I value everything appropriately. My fiancée wishes to learn from you. Whatever you need, just let me know.”

Kendall’s face hardened.

“I’m not sure what your business is, Mr. Norris, but you sure talk boldly. Let’s be clear. If I were interested in money, there would be a line of people stretching from the Music Association’s door all the way to the edge of the city.”

Kristopher responded calmly,

“If money isn’t what you’re after, there must be something else you prize. Even if the Morrison family cannot provide it, I surely can.”

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