?<strong>Chapter 321:</strong>


    His eyes seemed to hold endless depths in the moonlight.


    Frozen in ce, Carrie was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of thoughts. Was Kristopher truly unaware, or was he pretending?


    She hadn’t merely been speaking about being tired. She had made a pointed remark while he was on the phone with Lise. Did he not care? Wouldn’t he defend Lise? Carrie had deliberately made her presence felt in front of Lise, directly challenging her.


    In the past, anyint from Lise would prompt Kristopher to immediately criticize Carrie, no questions asked…


    Carrie parted her lips to speak but, in the end, chose to keep her countless questions to herself, mulling them over in silence. Confronting him now would only expose how deeply she was affected.


    She calmed herself, maintained a stoic expression, and abruptly pulled open the car door, climbing in without saying a word.


    Once inside, she nced back to find Kristopher still standing outside. Choosing to ignore him, she pulled out her phone and texted Camille: “Why is he suddenly behaving so differently?”


    Camille quickly responded, “Guys like that approach.”


    “Keep it up, and he’ll be even more captivated.”


    Carrie found Camille’s advice unhelpful and put away her phone.


    Seeing that Carrie wasn’t responding, Kristopher eventually got into the car. He opened hisptop and began reviewing the investment proposals that Oliver had put together.


    After some time, he put on a pair of ck-rimmed sses. Though his eyesight was perfectly fine, he wore them to reduce the re from theptop screen. The sses gave him a refined, intellectual look, as if a charming rogue were pretending to be a schr.


    Carrie stole a secret nce his way, quietly sizing him up. Contrary to the popr belief that ck-framed sses diminished one’s appeal, Kristopher seemed to defy that notion, exuding a sophisticated and captivating charm. The glow from hisputer screen reflected in his sses, adding an air of mysterious allure.


    “I’m aware of my looks,” he said, his eyes still fixed on the screen. “Feel free to look directly; no need to sneak nces.”


    Carrie felt a blush creep onto her cheeks at being caught.


    She retorted stiffly, “You’re so vain. Actually, I was thinking that you look like a nerd.”


    Kristopher let out a soft, dismissive snort, choosing not to engage further.


    Slightly defeated by his nonchnt reaction, Carrie leaned back against the car door and shut her eyes, feigning sleep. The day’s events—from thepany visit to the Norris Mansion—had been draining, leaving her on high alert.


    Soon after closing her eyes, she fell into a deep sleep.


    After finishing his work, Kristopher took off his sses and massaged the bridge of his nose. He noticed Carrie sleeping peacefully beside him. He closed hisptop and gently covered her with a nket.


    As she nestled into a morefortable position, her cheek softly brushed against his hand. He couldn’t resist gently caressing her cheek with his thumb, her lips looking irresistibly soft, like the ripest fruit.


    Ovee by the moment, Kristopher leaned in and softly kissed the corner of her mouth.


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