My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 775:

“Alright, Marina, enough,” he said, positioning himself in front of Kristopher and Carrie. He cast Marina a sharp look, feigning irritation. Marina had always been wary of her brother’s temper. She shrank back behind Carrie, mumbling under her breath,

“I am just speaking the truth.”

Kyson’s tense expression melted into a smooth, polite smile.

“Mr. Norris, we are all here to relax.

There is no need to get worked up and ruin the mood.”

Of course, his concern was not entirely selfless. He was well aware of Kristopher’s amnesia and had no intention of letting him rekindle anything with Carrie.

If Kristopher no longer remembered their past, then perhaps fate had handed Kyson an opportunity.

Sensing the tension, Aliza seized the moment.

“Forget it, Kristopher. If anyone is to blame, it is me. I should have come down to get you earlier, and none of this would have happened.”

She had been on edge ever since Marina started arguing. Everyone knew what had happened before, and if the conversation took a turn in that direction, she would have no way to deny it.

Kristopher’s expression remained unreadable.

“Okay,” he said, glancing at her before turning toward the door.

Just as he reached the threshold, he suddenly stopped. A strange sensation gripped him, something raw and instinctive.noveldrama

His gaze drifted back, flicking between Carrie and Kyson. His jaw tightened.

Something in him bristled at the way Kyson hovered close to her, a feeling he could not quite explain—something territorial, possessive.

The very sight of Kyson near Carrie made his muscles coil with tension, as if an unseen force was pushing him to stake his claim.

Strangely, he felt nothing for Aliza, his fiancée. Yet, for Carrie… an unshakable pull remained.

Sensing his hesitation, Aliza’s grip on his arm tightened. A flicker of unease crossed her face.

“Kristopher,” she murmured, her voice laced with urgency.

Carrie, noticing them still lingering by the door, furrowed her brows.

A cold smirk tugged at her lips.

“Mr. Norris, are you leaving or not? Or do you and Miss Herrera plan to join us in the hot spring?”

Her words struck like a match to dry kindling, setting off the anger simmering beneath Kristopher’s skin.

His laugh was cold, biting.

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