My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 251

Chapter 251:

Kristopher had evidently put more thought into this gesture than usual. Moved, Carrie murmured a soft, “Thank you.”

Engrossed in his video call, Kristopher didn’t respond. His intense focus, the deep lines of concentration on his brow, and the stern look in his eyes only heightened the distinguished allure of his profile.

As they approached the highway, an unusual purple-gray SUV caught their attention, parked conspicuously among the more traditionally colored vehicles.

Oliver maneuvered their car to pull up alongside it, and Camille immediately leaned out from the passenger window, calling out, “Carrie!”

Albin, seated at the wheel behind her, also leaned forward and said, “Hey, Carrie. Kristopher.”

Albin’s presence surprised Carrie. She shut her laptop and asked, “Albin? What are you doing here?”

Before Albin could explain, Camille interjected, “He was free, so he decided to help out. Hiring a driver for such a long trip gets pricey, and I’m trying to manage my expenses now that I’m on my own.”

Kristopher gave them a doubtful look, clearly skeptical of her rationale.

Brushing off his scrutiny, Camille suggested, “Let’s skip that topic. Carrie, why don’t you hop in here with us? You and I can squeeze into the back. I’ve downloaded loads of movies. We can watch them together!”

“Sure!” With enthusiasm, Carrie quickly exited their car. She had grown weary of overhearing Kristopher’s discussions about multimillion-dollar deals, finding them increasingly disheartening.

She slid into the back seat of the SUV, and as she was about to close the door, she saw Kristopher stepping out of his car.

Maintaining a neutral demeanor, he said, “I need a break from work. I’ll join you for the movie.”

Camille promptly shut the door, blocking his entry. “Sorry, no space left.”

In the front, Albin tried to remain inconspicuous. As Kristopher approached, Albin discreetly pressed down on the gas pedal.

Left standing alone, Kristopher’s expression darkened with irritation.

As they drew closer to Esterhall, Carrie’s initial playfulness waned. Memories of her youth in that town, of her grandmother and mother, began to stir within her.

Out of the blue, Kristopher called, and his voice came through her phone. “Do you want to stop and see your mom before we head home?”

Carrie’s gaze shifted outwards, noticing that Kristopher had lowered the rear window of his car at some point. He was holding his phone, his eyes fixed on her.

With her window still raised, it seemed impossible for him to see her clearly. However, his intense, steady stare gave her the unsettling feeling that he could look right through the barrier— as if he could peer into her soul.

Feeling a flutter in her heart, she responded gently, “Okay.”

After ending the call, she addressed Camille. “I need to visit my mom’s grave first. Why don’t you and Albin grab something to eat?”

Camille paused the movie on her tablet and looked up. “No, we’ll accompany you.”

Albin checked the rearview mirror and said, “We aren’t hungry anyway. It’s more important to visit your mom since we’re all here.”

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