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She recognized the slender, familiar hand immediately.
Dropping her own hand, she looked up to meet Kristopher’s gaze. “Are you stalking me?” she asked, her voice
edged with annoyance.
Before Kristopher could respond, Oliver stepped forward, his tone apologetic.
“Mrs. Norris, this is just a coincidence. Mr. Norris isn’t following you. Mrs. Melany Norris heard about the store's
opening and asked him to pick up a few pieces for her.”
Carrie ignored the explanation, her expression cool. “Oliver, you've got the wrong person. There's no Mrs. Norris
here. Seems like Mr. Norris has lowered his standards if he’s keeping people on his payroll who can’t even get
names right.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOliver paled slightly, realizing his mistake. “My apologies, Ms. Campbell. That was my oversight.”
Kristopher’s eyes narrowed, a hint of sarcasm curling his lips. “The usually magnanimous Ms. Campbell is
making a fuss over something so trivial? It’s just a mistake—why such a big reaction? Or are you worried
someone might misunderstand?”
Carrie's eyes turned steely as she shot back, “Yes, | am worried. My boyfriend is here, and | wouldn't want him to
get the wrong idea.”
As if on cue, a gentle voice called out, “Ms. Campbell?”
Both Carrie and Kristopher turned toward the doorway to see Kyson entering, his expression lighting up with
surprise as he spotted Carrie.
Kristopher’s demeanor darkened instantly, his body language shifting to something protective, almost territorial.
He looked at Kyson as if the latter were a rival encroaching on his territory—a wolf squaring off against a
potential threat.
“Mr. Norris,” Kyson greeted politely, nodding in acknowledgment.
His gaze softened as it returned to Carrie. “Are you here to shop too? Have you seen my sister?”
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Carrie gestured toward the fitting rooms. “Marina’s inside. She grabbed a lot of clothes to try on, so you might be
waiting a while.”
Kristopher’s lips twitched into a mocking smirk. “You're not seriously referring to Mr. Webster as your boyfriend,
are you? Because from what | see, he’s here for his sister—not you.”
Kyson blinked, confused. He glanced between Carrie and Kristopher, sensing he had walked into something he
wasn't privy to. “Carrie.” Another voice called out.
Daxton walked over briskly, completely ignoring the tension in the room. He handed Carrie a cup of iced coffee,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhis expression warm and casual. “Your favorite—iced Americano, no extra sugar.”
Carrie accepted the coffee with one hand while reaching out with the other to grab Daxton’s hand. Lifting their
joined hands in front of Kristopher, she declared with a bright, almost exaggerated smile, “My boyfriend! See?”
As she spoke, she lightly scratched Daxton’s palm with her finger.
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