Chapter 243:

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Daxton had briefly looked at Beverly’s phone. Could he have seen something indicating Beverly’s fondness for Asher? Was he intentionally planting seeds with his comment?

She quickly shook off the suspicion.

Daxton wasn’t the type to orchestrate such intricate plots. After all, who could infer so much from a mere glimpse at a phone?

Kristopher, observing her contemplative look, advised with a tone of concern, “You might want to keep your distance from him, or you could find yourself in unexpected trouble.”

Carrie’s eyes sparked with annoyance. “I don’t need you to manage my relationships!”

She straightened her posture, crossed her legs, and tilted her chin up defiantly, her silhouette more pronounced.

Kristopher’s eyes narrowed, taking in her form.

He had to admit, her beauty was the type that drew people in, capable of garnering attention from men willing to go to great lengths just to be near her.

The fact that she was married didn’t deter an endless stream of admirers from gravitating toward her.

After giving him the divorce papers, her comeback to the entertainment world only amplified her brilliance, as though a hidden treasure had been polished to perfection.

Carrie caught the intensity of his stare and straightened up, her voice tinged with pride. “Caught your eye, have I? Noticed how perfect my figure is now? I could rival any supermodel with my shape, and don’t overlook my cleavage either!”

She remembered the comments he had made about her body before, and the sting of those words still lingered.

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“You’re becoming quite the narcissist. Who else would sing their own praises so boldly?” Kristopher averted his gaze.

“Don’t twist my words! This isn’t narcissism; it’s confidence,” Carrie retorted, giving him a sharp look. “You were the one staring, and now you’re pretending you didn’t. How stubborn can you get?”

Kristopher hesitated, then leaned in with a mischievous grin. “Not necessarily. You can dictate my actions, you know.”

Kristopher continued, “Especially in the bedroom.” The playful banter now held a flirtatious undertone due to their recent closeness.

Carrie was torn, unsure if she should dispel the charged atmosphere or let it build.

The sudden buzzing of Kristopher’s phone on the couch shattered the moment.

Carrie saw her chance to create some space. “Your phone’s ringing.”

Her eyes caught the caller ID—Lise’s name illuminated the screen.

Her demeanor turned cold as she recalled Lise’s involvement in her recent brush with danger.

With a flat tone, she said, “Rather than scrutinizing my friendships, perhaps attend to your own acquaintances.”

“I’d appreciate it if Lise stayed out of my harm’s way. Or better yet, ask her about her real intentions. I might step down as Mrs. Norris, but her marrying into the Norris family is beyond my control. She shouldn’t blame me for her own challenges, should she?”

Kristopher, taken aback, stared at her, his phone forgotten in his hand.

Moments before, they had been light-hearted and flirtatious. Now, Carrie was discussing distancing herself again.

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