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Carrie's lips pressed into a thin line as she glanced at the students again. After a moment of thought, she gave in
with a reluctant nod and turned back toward the private room, silently agreeing to Kristopher’s suggestion to
share a table.
The waiter, who had been eyeing the situation with a mixture of curiosity and unease, now stepped aside and
made an inviting gesture, allowing them through.
Daxton ignored Kristopher entirely, striding forward to pull out a chair for Carrie with a subtle flourish. He then
sat down beside her without hesitation, his movements calm and assured.
Kyson, ever composed, gave Kristopher a polite nod. “Mr. Norris, please,” he said, gesturing to the remaining
seats.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMarina, seated on Carrie's other side, purposefully left a chair open next to her. She waved to her brother with a
bright smile. “Kyson, sit beside me.”
But Kristopher didn’t hesitate. He strode over and took the seat she had saved for Kyson.
Marina’s jaw tightened as her voice rose. “That's my brother's seat!”
Kristopher didn’t even glance her way. “There's another seat right next to you, isn’t there?” he replied flatly.
“You—!" Marina's face flushed with anger, her carefully composed demeanor cracking. She was at a loss for
words.
No one in her social circle behaved like this. Even the most arrogant playboys carried themselves with a veneer
of politeness.
Her eyes narrowed as she studied Kristopher. No matter how successful his business was, he lacked class! Money
doesn’t buy refinement. That's something only families like hers possess.
Kyson, however, diffused the situation with his usual calm. He took the seat on Marina's other side, flashing her a
reassuring smile. “It doesn’t matter where we sit,” he said gently. “We're all sharing a table, after all.”
Marina, still fuming, straightened her posture and gave a curt nod. Inwardly, she hoped that Carrie would notice
the difference in how the two men carried themselves. Surely, she would see who was the better match.
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Carrie, meanwhile, felt increasingly uncomfortable. She glanced at Kristopher, who sat beside her sipping his tea
as if he hadn't just stirred up unnecessary tension. For a brief moment, she considered asking Daxton to switch
seats with her. But she quickly dismissed the idea—Kristopher would undoubtedly follow, and the whole thing
would devolve into a childish game.
But wasn’t this whole situation childish already?
Carrie's frustration simmered beneath the surface. Why couldn’t Kristopher just let go? The divorce papers had
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmbeen signed. Yet here he was, acting as if this were slovers’ quarrel instead of the end of their relationship.
Beside her, Kristopher seemed utterly unfazed, lifting his cup of tea with a maddeningly calm expression.
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