My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 795:

“Kristopher!” she gasped, her voice slurred, barely more than a breathless plea.

The moment the sound escaped, he reacted.

His grip on her tightened, his body pressing against hers, heat rolling off him in waves. She felt it.

Her heart pounded violently. Panic and something dangerously unfamiliar curled through her veins, setting her body alight. Desperate to make him stop, she bit down hard on his lower lip.

She bit down hard, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth.

Kristopher jerked back, exhaling sharply. A thin trail of crimson dripped from the corner of his mouth. He spat the blood onto the floor—but he didn’t let her go.

“Carrie?” A concerned voice called from nearby.

Carrie turned at the sound of hurried footsteps. It was Kyson. He was walking straight toward them, his expression composed, yet the storm in his eyes betrayed his emotions.

“Mr. Norris, this is the Morrison family’s turf in Isonridge, not the Norris Mansion in Orkset.” His words were polite, but the warning was unmistakable. Reaching Carrie’s side, Kyson took her hand in his.

Kristopher chose not to engage in the typical love triangle. Instead, with an air of indifference, he simply let go of Carrie and replied lazily, “Mr. Webster, you really have a talent for meddling in other people’s affairs.”

Kyson ignored the provocation. He pulled Carrie a few steps away, his gaze quickly locking onto the blood on her lips. His brows furrowed.

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“Are you okay?”

Carrie freed her wrist from his grip, wiping at her lips with the back of her hand before nodding.

“I’m fine. It’s not my blood.” She hadn’t expected Kristopher to bleed so much.

The metallic taste still lingered, and with just a light wipe, her fingertips turned red.

Kyson took out a handkerchief and handed it to her.

“Your makeup’s ruined. Wipe it off first,” he murmured.

“You can touch up later.”

Carrie hesitated for a second before taking it. As she carefully dabbed at her lips, Kyson turned to Kristopher, his voice steady but firm.

“I’m not meddling in your business.

The Morrison family and mine have been close for years, and Carrie is a good friend of Marina and me. How could I just stand by and let someone bully her?”

Kristopher’s eyes darkened. His gaze flickered to Carrie, standing behind Kyson with an air of fragility.

The same woman who had just bitten him hard enough to draw blood… was now playing the victim?

His tongue pressed against his teeth as he let out a cold laugh.

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