My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 449

Chapter 449:

Oliver didn’t bother responding. He returned to the car, shut the door with a decisive click, and fastened his

seatbelt. Without another glance at Emilio, he merged into the steady flow of traffic.

Inside the car, Kristopher reached out to touch Carrie's forehead with the back of his hand. Finding her

temperature normal, he let out a small breath of relief. That's when his eyes fell on the phone lying forgotten on

the carpeted floor.

At spoint, Albin’s call had ended, but Kristopher showed no interest in finding out who Katrina was. He

simply picked up the phone and tucked it into his pocket without a second thought.

Seeing the call cut off abruptly, Albin assumed Kristopher was busy and decided not to call back. He had only

meant to tease Kristopher a bit, a little revenge for the sarcastic jabs Kristopher had thrown about his gift the

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last tthey spoke. But noticing Kristopher preoccupied, Albin chose to let it go for now.

Turning his attention to Camille, who was cross-legged and absorbed in a game, Albin leaned over, resting his

head on her lap. “Babe, what's the deal with Carrie being so impressive? Why keep it under wraps all this time?”

Without hesitation, Camille shoved him off. “Not everyone's like Kristopher, flaunting everything they've got.”

Albin jumped to Kristopher’s defense. “Kristopher doesn’t brag—he’s just too brilliant to keep under the radar. |

mean, have you ever seen anything that can block out the sun?”

Camille was momentarily at a loss for words, but his last statement handed her the perfect comeback. Giving

him a look that screamed “idiot,” she shot back, “Ever heard of clouds? You don’t see the sun when they're

around, do you?”

Albin was left with nothing to say.

Upon arriving home, Carrie was found fast asleep, comfortably nestled in her seat. Kristopher lingered in the car

momentarily, observing her. Seeing she showed no signs of waking, he quietly exited the vehicle, circled to her

side, and prepared to carry her inside.

The sudden clashing ring of a phone shattered the quiet. Carrie woke with a start, her eyes fluttering open. “Are

we halready? Why didn’t you wake me?”

She reached for her phone as Soren’s nlit up the display.

Kristopher’s face hardened at the sight of her phone. Irritated, he said, “Does Soren not know it’s late? You

should be collaborating on a project, not serving as his assistant.”

“It might be about the plagiarism accusations,” Carrie said quickly, sitting upright and taking the call. She threw

off the blanket and moved to exit the car when a chill wind made her recoil.

Kristopher glanced at her, took the blanket, and draped it over her again. Without speaking, he lifted her into his

arms.

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“Ah,” Carrie uttered in surprise.

On the phone, Soren’s voice was tinged with worry. “Carrie, what's going on? Are you alright?”

With a frown, Carrie lightly tapped Kristopher. “Putdown, | can walk,” she murmured.

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