My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 838:

But Carrie lingered, reaching for a plate. “Just sitting there isn’t really doing anything for me. When I lived on my own, I managed all the household chores, including the cooking.”

Noticing Carrie’s unwavering determination, Doris silently admired her and stopped trying to object. “You’re so impressive in your career. I didn’t realize you were also so capable at home. Any man lucky enough to be with you is truly fortunate.”

Just then, the door to Nicol’s studio swung open, and Kristopher and Nicol walked out, catching the tail end of the conversation.

Nicol gave Carrie a look of approval. “If you were my daughter, I’d make sure those young men didn’t stand a chance. At the Morrison family’s banquet, all those boys were staring at you, Carrie.”

Carrie, now holding a plate, laughed. “Nicol, that’s quite the compliment, but I’m not all that.”

Her eyes briefly met Kristopher’s, and remembering his earlier words, she inadvertently said, “Not that I’m everyone’s type.”

“Anyone who can’t see your value is simply blind,” Nicol responded warmly.

Nicol, known for his strong protective instincts, would quickly lose his temper if anyone spoke badly about his daughter or showed any form of disapproval toward her.

Kristopher’s mouth twitched slightly at Nicol’s words, feeling as though they were directed at him.noveldrama

He watched Carrie as she meticulously arranged the placemats and set the plates down. It was clear she was no stranger to household tasks.

Despite his amnesia, Kristopher felt certain he would never expect her to handle such chores. Whether at Norris Mansion or Bayview Villa, there were always servants to do that.

Why was she so skilled at handling household chores?

As he thought about this, Kristopher looked up to see the older couple showering Carrie with compliments, and it clicked for him. She was skillfully gaining the favor of the people who mattered to her.

“Why are you just standing there? Go wash your hands and come eat,” Nicol instructed, then turned and gestured for Kristopher to come over.

Kristopher was jolted out of his thoughts by Nicol’s voice. Though he was curious about the ways Carrie might try to win over the elders, the idea of dining with her was enough to take away his appetite.

“Actually, I promised Aliza I’d have lunch with her today. I’ll bring her by to meet you another time.” Kristopher deliberately mentioned Aliza, hoping, though he couldn’t fully explain why, to spark a bit of jealousy in Carrie.

He usually steered clear of drama and preferred not to reopen old connections. But when it came to Carrie, he couldn’t help but act in ways that left him puzzled.

Stealing a glance at Carrie, he noticed her busily arranging the silverware, completely uninterested in his comments.

“Alright, when you bring your girlfriend next time, I’ll prepare some of your favorite dishes. Nicol will see you out,” Doris offered warmly, walking out with a plate in hand and a smile.

“No, that’s alright. You all should eat. My assistant is waiting outside,” Kristopher responded, acknowledging them with a brief nod as he opened the door.

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