My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 776:

“Aliza is not like you. She would never casually soak in a hot spring with random men. She is simply here for skincare.”

Marina bristled, stepping forward in a flash of defiance.

To her, Carrie was already family—her future cousin-in-law, if all went as expected. She would not stand by and let Kristopher speak to Carrie that way.

“Mr. Norris,” she said with a smirk, arms crossed.

“If I remember correctly, you are from Orkset, not the Victorian era. Since when do men and women have to be separated in hot springs?”

Before Kristopher could respond, Kyson calmly reached for Marina’s arm, pulling her back.

“Mr. Norris, I think you misunderstand Carrie. I just drove Marina here,” he said smoothly.

His voice, usually composed, held a subtle warmth when he said her name. Kristopher noticed it immediately.noveldrama

That small, lingering sweetness in Kyson’s tone struck a nerve, grating against something primal inside him.

Carrie, unfazed, met Kristopher’s gaze head-on.

“Mr. Norris, you have lost more than just your memory,” she said coolly.

“You have also lost the respect you once fought so hard to earn. You are not some moral authority, and you certainly have no right to judge me—or anyone else. Now, take your companion and leave my room, or I will call security.”

Her words cut deep, but all Kristopher saw was the way she stood in front of Kyson, shielding him as if he needed protecting.

Without thinking, he slid an arm around Aliza’s shoulders, pulling her closer. His grip was deliberately possessive, his expression gentle.

“Let’s go. I’ll take you shopping for some new clothes.”

The moment Kristopher and Aliza stepped out of the room, a loud bang echoed behind them—Carrie had slammed the door shut.

Aliza flinched.

The door nearly hit her.

She placed a delicate hand over her chest.

“That scared me! Ms. Campbell really has a temper,” she let out a soft, breathy laugh, feigning innocence.

But Kristopher wasn’t listening.

His gaze remained fixed on the door, his jaw clenched. Kyson was still inside. And now, the door was locked.

The thought of Carrie and Kyson in the hot spring sent a heatwave crashing through him, his mind spiraling into dangerous places.

A sharp pang twisted in his chest. His fingers instinctively reached for his collar, yanking it loose. He unbuttoned two buttons, inhaling deeply as if the room had suddenly run out of air.

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