?<strong>Chapter 942:</strong>


    Carrie’s mind raced, and before she could stop herself, the usation burst out. “What are you doing here? Don’t tell me you actually followed me!”


    Her words hit their mark.


    A wave of irritation washed over Kristopher, sharpening his voice to a cutting edge. “Do you honestly believe the world revolves around you? Is this some game you y with men? Manipting them like puppets on strings? And now you’re targeting your ex-husband?”


    He advanced deliberately, each step closing the distance between them until she was cornered against the wall.


    Carrie instinctively retreated, her back pressing firmly against the cold surface, leaving barely an inch between their bodies.


    His breath brushed against her face—a mixture of woody cologne and the lingering sweetness of champagne—creating a dizzying effect that clouded her senses.


    He nted his palms firmly on the wall, effectively caging Carrie within his arms.


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    With a derisiveugh, Carrie shot back, “Kristopher, get this straight: I initiated the divorce papers. I ended things with you! I wouldn’t waste my time ying games, especially not with someone I chose to walk away from!”


    Kristopher’s gaze shifted to Carrie’s crimson lips, her harsh words fading into background noise. An overwhelming urge to kiss her surged through him unexpectedly.


    The sensation transported him back to that night at the hotel, suddenly convinced that Carrie had been his mysteriouspanion. Yet, his mind conjured the conflicting image of her exiting those men’s roomposed, alert, and unaffected.


    His thoughts whirled chaotically, like crucial pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit.


    Noticing his momentary distraction, Carrie seized the opportunity to duck beneath his arm and dash back toward the banquet hall.


    Kristopher remained motionless, staring at the empty corridor where Carrie had disappeared, before mming his fist against the unyielding wall.


    Had he lost all rational thought? Why did the overwhelming urge to protect her from those men forcing drinks on her consume him sopletely?


    Even her slightest frown seemed to inflict physical pain in his chest.


    Perhaps she hadn’t been unwilling? Maybe this was just another calcted performance in her repertoire. Yes, that exined everything. A woman who willingly apanied two men to a hotel room wouldn’t genuinely resist a stranger’s toast.


    She simply enjoyed manipting these men for her amusement.


    Utterly despicable!


    This realization drove his fist into the wall again before he straightened, ripping off his suit jacket and flinging it to the floor.


    It was contaminated now, just like her.


    Remembering that Aliza awaited him in the restroom, he stepped deliberately over the discarded jacket and went to find her.


    After Kristopher’s departure, Aliza and Alethea emerged from their hiding ce around the corner.


    Alethea chuckled with thinly veiled malice. “Your fiancé abandoned you to rescue his ex-wife, yet here you stand, pretending to maintain this charade of friendship with me?”


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