My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 835:

Noticing this, Carrie diverted her attention from him to Doris, her expression transforming into a smile. “Doris, I’m sorry to bother you.” While speaking, she presented the gift she had brought.

Doris refused the gift, shaking her head with a sigh. “You didn’t have to bring anything. Your visit is more than enough. You’ve already covered the cost of the medicine and consultation.”

Kristopher looked at the durian on the table and scoffed lightly, mocking the simple gesture meant to impress Doris.

Doris, oblivious to the underlying tension, thought they were strangers. She turned to Kristopher and introduced him. “This is Kristopher Norris, one of my husband’s patients.”

“Oh, I see,” Carrie responded, her smile slight.

Kristopher observed Carrie’s smile, convinced it was entirely insincere. He couldn’t believe she acted as if they were strangers.

Carrie caught the sneer on Kristopher’s face, puzzled about what she might have said to upset him.

Yet, why should she care what Kristopher thought? He might be the leader of Orkset’s business world, but she was no longer his wife.noveldrama

Suddenly, Doris remembered something and exclaimed, “Oh dear, I left the meat stewing!”

She hurried toward the kitchen, stopping to say to Kristopher, “Please, talk to Carrie. My husband went out to get soy sauce and will be back soon to begin your acupuncture treatment.”

“No rush,” Kristopher replied courteously.

Doris then turned to Carrie and said, “Don’t be shy, feel free to make yourself at home.”

With those words, Doris closed the door behind her.

Now alone, Kristopher and Carrie found themselves in the small living room, uncomfortably close to one another.

Carrie exhaled deeply, trying to steady her nerves and disregard Kristopher’s presence.

She moved to the sofa and sat down, deliberately creating space between them.

Kristopher stood motionless in the doorway, surveying the cramped living room, which barely stretched beyond ten square meters. The only seating available was the sofas and a small stool beside them.

Carrie paid no attention to Kristopher. She took out her phone, launched a video app, and began browsing. Initially, she watched without much interest, but soon found herself engrossed in the simple plots, occasionally laughing aloud.

Kristopher, evidently annoyed, walked over and heavily sat down beside her.

Startled by his sudden movement, Carrie turned to face him.

Kristopher sneered at the unimportant show still playing on her screen. “How can you expect to write a decent script after filling your head with this junk?”

Carrie paused, looked at him briefly, then dismissed him and moved to the smaller sofa, continuing her viewing.

Although she tried to concentrate on the videos, her thoughts wandered.

Before Kristopher had lost his memory, he had criticized her writing similarly, calling it unrealistic and cliched.

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