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“Kristopher, no!” Albin threw his weight onto Kristopher’s arm, struggling to hold it down.
“Do not make a scene here. Gracie’s funeral went smoothly. Are you really going to ruin it now?”
Albin turned to Daxton, his tone venomous. “And you—get out of here. Still trying to stir the pot? Should I call
Carrie back to see what a manipulative bastard you really are?”
Daxton adjusted his suit with practiced nonchalance, flashing an infuriatingly calm smile before walking away.
Kristopher let out a slow breath, brushing off Albin’s grip. “I'm heading back to Norris Group,” he said curtly.
Albin hesitated, glancing toward the car that had carried Camille and Carrie away. “Kristopher,” he began, his
tone lighter, almost pleading, “letwork with you for a while. | cannot stand being idle these days.”
The Ripples Complex apartment, shared by Carrie and Camille, was spacious but carried an undercurrent of
cluttered coziness. It was less about the size and more about the emotional weight they both brought into the
space.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCamille had insisted on taking the sofa downstairs, leaving Carrie the upstairs bedroom. “It’s better for my
projects,” she had reasoned.
After Gracie’s funeral, Carrie had plunged herself into work, her grief manifesting in a flurry of activity.
Kristopher had seemingly vanished from her world, his absence an unexpected relief.
Daxton, on the other hand, had a knack for appearing at just the right moments. Sometimes he would show up
with a bag of fresh seafood or a box of perfectly ripe fruits; other times, the deliveries cvia courier.
That afternoon, Camille stood over a box of lobsters Daxton had dropped off, raising an eyebrow. “I do not think
Daxton sees you as just a friend,” she teased, nudging Carrie with her elbow. “All these deliveries? It's a classic
move.”
Carrie rolled her eyes, brushing the comment aside. “Maybe he just feels bad forbeing alone. Who tries to
woo someone with lobsters? If anything, it feels more like a care package.” Carrie had once wondered if Daxton
liked her, but in the end, she realized he didn’t.
Camille smirked, unrelenting. “Oh, this is clever. Roses and chocolates? Too obvious, and you would never accept
them while still married. Lobsters, cherries, and blueberries? Those are your favorites. He knows what he is
doing.”
Camille lifted a box of lobsters and carried it to the kitchen. “Cherries, sweet blueberries, lobsters, crabs... hasn't
he sent all your favorites?”
Just as Carrie opened her mouth to reply, the doorbell rang. Camille, elbow-deep in cleaning the lobsters,
muttered, “What's Daxton sending now? This batch alone must weigh five or six kilos. You sure Ruby's coming
back tonight? Because there is no way we are finishing all this on our own.”
Carrie opened the door, only to be met by Oliver, impeccably dressed in a gray suit, accompanied by another
equally well-groomed man.
Oliver adjusted his glasses, his discomfort apparent as he began, “Mrs. Norris, may | cin? | am here to
deliver the divorce papers on behalf of Mr. Norris.”
His heart was heavy with conflict, knowing that both Mr. Norris and Mrs. Norris still harbored feelings for each
other.
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