Chapter 229:

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A few insincere words had earned her a substantial raise.

Willow felt like she’d hit the jackpot.

Carrie glanced around the villa.

Everything looked the same as when she’d left.

She turned to Willow and said casually, “Go prepare a guest room—”

Kristopher cut her off in a clipped tone. “I won’t be back for a while, so there’s no need.”

Carrie remained composed. “I’m not asking for a separate room. I need a study.”

She was laying the foundation for a larger plan.

If they were going to play the part of a reconciled couple, they needed to be convincing.

Pushing Lise to the edge would force her to act rashly, revealing her hand.

Kristopher’s expression softened. “Convert the guest room with the best lighting on the second floor into a study. Order a new set of furniture and have it delivered by tomorrow.”

He turned to Carrie, his voice unexpectedly calm. “Is there anything else you need?”

Carrie thought for a moment, then replied, “A desktop computer with a large monitor.”

Writing scripts on her laptop had been a strain on her neck and back.

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If it weren’t for Lise’s interference, they would have been divorced long ago.

If she was being forced into this situation, she might as well make the most of it.

Kristopher nodded toward Oliver, who immediately took note. “Yes, Mr. Norris. I’ll handle it right away.”

He handed Carrie’s backpack to Willow.

Willow, holding Carrie’s backpack, was shocked.

The sudden shift in their dynamic left her rattled.

Unable to stop herself, she blurted out incredulously, “You two are going to share a room?”

Carrie’s eyes narrowed. “Shouldn’t we be sharing a room?” she asked in a clipped tone.

Willow quickly replied, her voice bright with feigned cheer, “Mrs. Norris, you’ve misunderstood me! I only meant to ask if you and Mr. Norris are reconciling. I’m genuinely happy for you both!”

Carrie’s lips curved in a faint smile, her response calm but firm. “Seeing that I’m back, of course, we’ve reconciled.”

Taking the backpack from Willow’s hands, she added, “I’ll take this upstairs myself. I’m a bit tired and want to catch up on some sleep, so don’t call me for dinner.”

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and made her way upstairs.

“Heat up the milk in the fridge and bring it to the master bedroom,” Kristopher instructed Willow as he followed Carrie.

Upstairs, Carrie closed the bedroom door and locked it.

Moments later, the sound of the door unlocking startled her.

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