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Carrie jumped in to ease the tension. “I'm still figuring things out, Billie, so I'll definitely be counting on your
guidance whenever | need help with something I'm not familiar with.”
Billie shrugged dismissively, pretending to be uninterested. “I'm just the one doing all the work.”
Carrie grinned warmly. “That’s because you're so committed to the family.”
Billie's expression softened in response. Carrie couldn't help but reflect as she thought to herself. Despite all the
quiet efforts she’d made, Billie still hadn't warmed up to her. Yet, a simple gesture of kindness seemed to have
had more impact. It was like offering someone a whole cake when they just wanted a slice and then getting
upset when they're not happy.
In that moment, Carrie realized that she needed to rethink her approach to handling relationships.
Once dinner was over, Kristopher and the executives moved to the study to continue their work discussions.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBillie and the elderly couple retreated to their rooms, leaving Carrie alone in the spacious living room.
She was far less reserved now, lounging on the sofa with her legs tucked underneath her, savoring dessert as
she scrolled through short videos. She had been watching an educational video when Camille sent her a racy one
featuring Asher, wearing a white deep V-neck suit.
“Carrie, you're living the dream! The top star is truly one of a kind—more thrilling than Albin!”
Just as Carrie was about to respond, a bowl of golden cherries was placed in front of her. Thinking it was the
maid, she instinctively reached for it, but the person on the other side didn’t let go. As she grew confused, a soft
voice above her spoke.
“Carrie, you're living the dream. Perhaps you can skip the cherries.”
Startled, Carrie swiftly hid her phone in her palm and looked up to find Kristopher’s half-smiling face. He leaned
in, his voice soft by her ear.
“Am | not doing enough to keep you happy in bed?”
The mere sound of his voice made Carrie's waist ache with desire. She pouted, closed the chat, and handed him
the phone.
“You're being unfair! Camille sent it to me—I didn’t watch it on purpose. If you don’t believe me, go ahead and
check my browsing history.”
Kristopher glanced at the screen, set the bowl in her lap, and seized the moment to gently nibble her ear.
“Wait forat htonight!”
That night, when they returned home, Carrie took a bath and quickly crawled into bed, pretending to sleep.
Kristopher had a video conference, so he let her off the hook for the tbeing.
The following day, the Foxfire government was filming a promotional video and needed to conduct some
interviews. Kristopher stood by the bed, illuminated from behind, wearing a black suit with a deep V-neck. The
sunlight spilled around him in a golden glow, giving him an almost ethereal presence, like a prince straight out of
a fairy tale. Normally, he wore more traditional suits, always paired with a T-shirt or shirt beneath.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCarrie, still drowsy in bed, suddenly realized why he was dressed like this—it was because of Asher’s video. She
raised two fingers. “You're actually holding a grudge over this?”
Kristopher didn’t bother denying it as he walked over, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. “You spend your
ton petty distractions instead of appreciating the real treasures at home. Seems like you haven't had a taste
of anything truly worthwhile.”
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