?<strong>Chapter 322:</strong>


    It wasn’t a long drive from Norris Mansion to Bayview Vi, and they reached the vi quickly. Oliver exited the driver’s seat and swung open the back door. A brisk wind swept into the car, causing Carrie to snuggle deeper into her nket.


    Without a word, Kristopher caught Oliver’s eye, signaling him to remain silent.


    Kristopher then stepped out of the vehicle, reached in, and carefully lifted Carrie, still wrapped in the nket.


    Carrie, however, snapped out of her slumber. She flinched, her movements nearly causing her to tumble from Kristopher’s arms. Kristopher’s quick reflexes saved her from falling.


    He tightened his hold and steadied her. “Stay still. Be careful, or you might slip.”


    Carrie stopped moving, though she muttered discontentedly, “I’m up now. Put me down; I can walk on my own.”


    Her voice was hoarse and tired, carrying a hint of defeat.


    Despite her protests, Kristopher didn’t loosen his grip as they approached the house. “The nket will drag on the ground and pick up dirt if I set you down. We can’t clean it easily.”


    Carrie eyed the luxurious nket wrapped around her. Crafted from the finest wool and velvet in Izrosa, it was valued at over ten thousand dors. Recing such an expensive item for Kristopher was beyond her financial reach at the moment.


    With a slight shrug, she resigned herself to the situation and rested against Kristopher’s chest.


    A faint smile tugged at the corners of Kristopher’s lips. “Sir, Ma’am, wee back,” Willow greeted them at the door, her smile somewhat strained.


    Since she began her tenure at Bayview Vi, Willow had observed Carrie’s assertive and asionally vtile demeanor. Yet, it seemed that Carrie’s rtionship with Kristopher was improving.


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    Handling Carrie was never simple, and Lise had begun to question Willow’s effectiveness, showing her displeasure. With a thoughtful frown, Willow acknowledged that this could not go on much longer. She concluded that she needed to find a different approach.


    Just then, Oliver extended a paper bag towards her.


    epting it with a look of confusion, Willow asked, “What’s this?”


    Kristopher echoed the instructions given by Mrs. Quinn. “Warm this up for my wife each night before she goes to bed. Make sure she doesn’t consume it during her menstrual cycle.”


    “Got it,” Willow replied. She unzipped the bag slightly and nced inside. It contained a brew of some sort, unmarked and without any instructions.


    Once they were inside the house, Carrie said again, “May I get down now?”


    Despite her plea, Kristopher continued to carry her directly to their bedroom. Only once they were inside did he gently set her down on the bed and proceed to remove her shoes.


    Carrie instinctively jerked her feet back, but Kristopher had already slipped off her footwear. He raised his gaze to meet hers. “Is something making you ufortable?”


    Carrie rolled her eyes. “I’m just a simple girl from a small town. I’m not used to having others look after me.”


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