RedNovelChapter 826
Chapter 826:
She waved her hand before his unfocused gaze. “Hello? Earth to Kristopher! Has the heat addled your brain
completely? Hold on, I'm calling an ambulance.”
As she reached for her phone, Kristopher’s fingers wrapped around her wrist. His voice emerged strained and
hoarse. “Don’t. | just need to sit for a moment.”
The nearby benches beckoned, barely a hundred meters away. Their slow progress stretched seconds into
minutes, neither breaking the heavy silence between them.
While Carrie yearned to escape the suffocating atmosphere, Kristopher found himself deliberately dragging his
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Forever, if possible.
The thought startled him, yanking him back to his senses. When had he becthis kind of person?
Here he was, engaged to Aliza, yet fantasizing about an endless walk with his ex-wife.
He questioned his own sanity—after all, he'd divorced Carrie with full mental clarity. If he'd truly loved her, how
could he have let her go?
The realization settled like a stone in his chest. He almost wanted to laugh at himself. What was he thinking?
That he still loved her? The very notion was absurd.
As soon as he reached the bench, he wasted no tpulling his arm from Carrie’s grasp. His voice turned cold,
distant. “Ms. Campbell, have sself-respect.”
Carrie's eyes widened, stunned. Was he serious?
She had been nothing but helpful, and instead of gratitude, she got this? Talk about a slap in the face.
Unbelievable. If she had just walked away earlier, none of this would have happened. What did it matter if he
fainted on the road? He wouldn't have died.
She had extended her hand in kindness to steady him, yet his response left her stunned. “Have sself-
respect,” he had declared with inexplicable haughtiness, completely failing to show any gratitude. The irony of
his memory loss making him even more insufferable wasn’t lost on her.
Taking a calculated step backward, she let a sardonic smile play across her lips. “My, my, Mr. Norris, your
duplicity knows no bounds,” she observed. “You present yourself as virtuous, yet your actions tell quite a
different tale. Where was all this talk of ‘self-respect’ during your rather memorable performance at the Morrison
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Her satisfaction bloomed as she watched Kristopher stand there, rendered speechless by her pointed reminder.
Rather than wait for him to cobble together a response, Carrie pivoted to leave. In that fluid motion, her gaze
caught on something—water bottles gleaming behind the vending machine’s glass.
Her steps faltered as her attention darted between the bottle and the merciless sun blazing beyond the doorway,
its heat practically radiating through the entrance.
Carrie sighed, shaking her head as she walked toward the vending machine. She didn’t know why she was even
bothering.
Meanwhile, Kristopher, who had assumed she had already left, lifted his head—only to see her standing there,
the vending machine humming beside her.
A sharp pain shot through his skull. His breathing hitched. Fragmented images flooded his mind. Carrie, holding
two bottles of cola, handing one to another man.
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