My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 860:

Suddenly, the sharp sound of a slap echoed loudly in the quiet lobby. Carrie instinctively raised her hand and struck Kristopher across the face. It took her two seconds to realize what she had done, and she quickly exclaimed, “Watch your language!”

Carrie’s hand hung suspended in mid-air, her palm tingling from the force of the slap she had delivered to Kristopher’s cheek. She had struck him harder than intended and now paid for it with a sharp, radiating pain.

After a long, tense moment, Kristopher slowly turned his head back toward her. A dangerous glint flickered in his cold eyes as he seized her wrist with a viselike grip.

“You slapped me?” he asked, his voice dangerously quiet.

“Why should you be the only one allowed to bully others?” Carrie challenged, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. “You slandered all of us with a single sentence. Why shouldn’t I slap you?”

His features hardened as her words stirred something deep within him—fragments of memories flickering through his mind. When Carrie attempted to pull away, Kristopher only tightened his hold.

Acting on instinct, she lowered her head and sank her teeth into his wrist.

“What are you, a biter?” Kristopher snapped, wincing but maintaining his grip.

The moment those words left his mouth, a splitting headache overtook him. He released her wrist abruptly, clutching at his temples. Carrie observed his sudden distress, deliberately suppressing the concern that threatened to surface.

Experience had taught her a valuable lesson—showing sympathy to the wrong man only invited trouble.noveldrama

Her previous concern for him had only led to further bullying, and he’d stood idly by while her friend had nearly faced sexual assault.

Kristopher’s typically impeccable posture crumbled as the pain intensified. He hunched forward, gripping his head.

Carrie cast only an indifferent glance in his direction before hurrying to Kyson’s side. “Kyson, let’s go,” she urged.

Kyson hesitated briefly, studying Kristopher’s condition before nodding. “Okay.”

He reasoned that Kristopher’s ability to summon Britton indicated his significant standing here. If something happened to him, others would surely provide assistance.

Kristopher was experiencing some sudden illness—they hadn’t physically harmed him. With surveillance cameras everywhere, Kyson wasn’t concerned about the club shifting blame onto them.

Besides, neither the Webster nor Morrison families would allow such accusations to stand!

Adjusting Camille’s position on his back, Kyson strode toward the entrance.

They had barely taken two steps when Britton’s gruff voice called out from behind them. “Mr. Norris, what’s wrong with you?”

Kyson and Carrie exhaled in unified relief—someone had arrived to handle Kristopher’s situation.

Unexpectedly, Britton addressed Carrie directly. “Ms. Campbell, please wait. Mr. Norris is having an episode.”

Carrie halted and turned, her tone frosty. “Mr. Duffy, thank you for your assistance tonight. However, I’m neither a doctor nor Mr. Norris’s family member. If he requires help, you should call an ambulance and notify his fiancée.”

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