My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 702:

Lise sat across from Billie at a quiet dinner table, the air between them heavy with unspoken thoughts.

She had no idea where Kristopher was, and the uncertainty gnawed at her, filling her chest with unease.

Her mind kept circling back to one relentless worry: Carrie was also in Isonridge. What if the two of them reconciled behind her back? The mere thought sent a pang of anger through her.

Lise gripped her fork tightly, her knuckles paling. If Carrie convinced Kristopher to move the Norris Group to Isonridge, then what would she have left?

Kristopher’s recent projects in the small towns surrounding Orkset were barely profitable—local tourism initiatives that were more about public goodwill than financial gain. If the company shifted its focus entirely to Isonridge, all her sacrifices would mean nothing. She had spent all her time managing Billie’s household, only to see Kristopher’s wealth potentially flow back to Carrie. The thought made her chest tighten further, resentment rising like a tide. Why did Carrie have to stay in Kristopher’s life?

Across the table, Billie noticed her distraction. His brows furrowed with concern. “Lise, is your heart acting up again?”

Lise’s chest tightened, though not from any physical ailment. She forced a brittle smile. “I’m fine.”

Kristopher was like this, so was Billie. Both of them were more worried about the state of her heart than the state of her emotions.

It was just an organ, she thought bitterly. Was it really more important than her—a living, breathing person?

Lise maintained her gentle smile, though a flicker of dissatisfaction stirred beneath her poised exterior.

She carefully placed a shrimp ball into Billie’s bowl, her tone light but calculated. “Mom, don’t you think it’s strange? Kristopher’s trip to Isonridge is taking far longer than expected. It’s just a contract signing, not some overseas project.”

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Billie paused mid-motion, her fork hovering over her plate. Slowly, she returned the shrimp ball to her bowl and set her fork down, a thoughtful crease forming between her brows.

“I’ll call him tonight when I get home,” she said after a moment’s deliberation. Disappointment flared in Lise’s chest, though she schooled her features into an understanding nod. What she had hoped for was an invitation to accompany Billie to Isonridge herself.

The tension in the private room was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken words. It wasn’t until the waiter finished serving the dishes that Daxton broke the awkward silence.

He gently placed a bowl of soup in front of Carrie, his tone warm and considerate. “Sea cucumber and cuttlefish egg soup. It’s a little sour and spicy—perfect for whetting your appetite.”

Kristopher followed suit, his movements smooth and deliberate. He placed another bowl before Carrie. “This one seems lighter.”

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