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Kristopher was concerned that Carrie might utter something biting that Oliver could overhear, potentially
embarrassing him.
Yet, Oliver interpreted these instructions with a bit of surprise.
Responding with a nod, Oliver said, “Understood, Mr. Norris.”
He shut the door and positioned himself several meters down the hallway. Did Mr. and Mrs. Norris get back
together? But at a birthday party? Surely, they should proceed with caution under such circumstances.
Returning to the bedroom, Kristopher tossed the bags onto the bed, instructing Carrie, “Put these on.”
Carrie, retrieving the bags, looked up at him and asked, “Aren’t you going to leave the room?”
With a smirk, Kristopher teased, “Is there a part of you | haven't seen? Feeling shy?”
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Adjusting his shirt nonchalantly, Kristopher teased, “I could pay, you know.”
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“Make it ten million then,” Carrie said, raising an eyebrow challengingly.
She was confident Kristopher would never consent to such a ludicrous sum.
Carrie’s sharp tone cut through the room. “I know you're not short on money. If you want to humiliateby
throwing cash around, | have nothing more to say.” Her words carried a deliberate edge, a challenge hidden in
their implication. If Kristopher transferred the money, it would be as though he were treating her like a woman
who could be bought.
But Kristopher was unruffled. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and began typing. His calm demeanor
was maddening, effortlessly sidestepping the trap in her words. “Giving my wife a million dollars is no big deal,”
he said nonchalantly.
He turned the screen toward her, showing the completed transaction. “It's done. You can check your account
later.”
Carrie's jaw tightened, her voice rising slightly. “Mind your words! I'm your ex-wife. Ex-wife!”
Kristopher shrugged dismissively. “An ex-wife is still a wife.” It was clear he wasn’t taking her correction
seriously.
Before she could retort, he turned and walked toward the bathroom.
Moments later, Kristopher returned, carrying a basin of warm water with a towel draped over his arm.
He approached her with measured steps, his expression unreadable. “Have a seat,” he instructed.
Caught off guard, Carrie hesitated but eventually sat down.
Her eyes followed his movements, her confusion deepening as he knelt on one knee before her. Gently, he
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmplaced her feet in the basin.
The warmth of the water was soothing, but it was nothing compared to the sensation of his hands.
His palms were hot, his fingers slightly roughened with calluses that traced her skin delicately as he washed
away the dirt.
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