?<strong>Chapter 275:</strong>


    Carrie pulled the phone away from her ear. “Okay, get ready. See you at the hotel tomorrow.”


    Kristopher was left speechless. All he could do was watch as she transformed what was meant to be their date into a group outing.


    Fayedge Hot Spring Hotel — The Next Day


    Nestled halfway up the mountain, the Fayedge Hot Spring Hotel was the epitome of tranquility. On one side, a bustling public hot spring park weed general visitors with its charm, while the other side offered an exclusive retreat. Here, five private courtyards housed standalone vis, each with its own secluded hot spring. Guests could soak in steaming pools without ever leaving thefort of their rooms—a haven for those seeking solitude and luxury.


    Carrie and her friends were staying in one of these exclusive vis. By the time Carrie and Kristopher arrived, Albin and Camille were already waiting at the vi entrance, their anticipation evident in their pacing.


    As soon as Carrie stepped out of the car, Camille stormed over, her lips in a pout that could rival a child denied candy. “I didn’t bring a swimsuit when I left Orkset! I thought I could buy one here, but the ones in the lobby? Ugh! They’re so gaudy and shy—honestly, I’d rather hole up in the vi and y games than be caught dead wearing one of those!”


    Oliver was already unloading bags from the trunk. Carrie grabbed a few and handed them to Camille with a knowing smile. “Oliver came prepared. These are all new swimsuits and toiletries—take your pick.”


    Camille peeked inside one of the bags, her eyes lighting up like sparklers. “Oh my goodness, these are this year’stest styles!” She hugged the bag like it was a treasure chest. “You’re the best, darling! I’m going to change right now!”


    Before Carrie could say another word, Camille had already darted inside, her excitement trailing behind her.


    “Women can be so particr,” Albin said with a helpless shrug, watching Camille disappear. Then he turned to Kristopher. “Hey, Kristopher, did you bring extra swim trunks? Mind if I borrow a pair?”


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    Kristopher’s cold gaze flicked to Albin, as sharp as a winter wind. Without a word, he grabbed a bag from Oliver and tossed it into Albin’s arms before striding into the vi, his silence louder than any rebuke.


    Albin blinked, momentarily stunned. “What’s his deal? Did I step on his tail or something?” he muttered to Carrie. Carrie gave a nonchnt shrug, her tone as light as a breeze. “Oh, don’t mind him—he’s just in one of his moods.”


    She followed Kristopher inside, leaving Albin standing there, scratching his head. He turned to Oliver, searching for answers, but Oliver merely adjusted his gold-rimmed sses and said in a measured tone, “Mr. Murray, hot springs are more of a couple’s activity.”


    Albin scratched his head harder. “But isn’t it boring with just two people in such a big hot spring? It’s way more fun with a group—chatting, ying cards, you know?” Oliver sighed inwardly. “Bless his heart, he’s as sharp as a marble.”


    Without replying, he picked up the remaining bags and carried them inside. Albin stood there for a moment, feeling like the odd man out. “Why’s everyone in such a rush?” he grumbled, trailing after them.


    Once inside, the group wasted no time changing into their swimwear. Kristopher and Albin were the first to reappear in the living room, d in robes over their trunks. Minutester, Carrie and Camille emerged, also wrapped in robes, their hair pinned up.


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