?<strong>Chapter 351:</strong>


    Even though Vicky was ted to apany them, the band also stepped up to enhance the performance. Kristopher extended his hand invitingly, and Carrie ced hers in his.


    Her delicate fingers seemed particrly small in his grasp. Vicky noticed Carrie’s unadorned hand. Seizing an opportunity to provoke, Vicky asked, “Carrie, why aren’t you wearing your wedding ring? Mr. Norris is wearing his.”


    On the day of the fire, she had left Bayview Vi without her ring. Since then, she hadn’t dealt with her jewelry at all and hadpletely forgotten about it. Caught off-guard by Vicky’s abrupt question, Carrie found herself speechless.


    Surprisingly, Kristopher responded on her behalf, “If she’s not wearing it, she probably doesn’t care for it much.” His expression was serene, showing no hint of his inner feelings.


    Believing he was upset, Vicky stirred things further. “They say in love, one always loves more than the other. It looks like Mr. Norris is the one who loves more in this case.”


    Stewart quickly intervened to support Carrie. “That’s not always the case. In our line of work, wearing jewelry on set can be impractical. Carrie is a dedicated actress; she probably just overlooked it.”


    Kristopher’s gaze shifted to Stewart, sizing him up. Stewart was dressed casually in jeans and a white shirt, the top slightly unbuttoned to reveal his chest muscles. A maniptor.


    Kristopher smirked. To him, those small muscles were no different from a thin dog’s, just a trick to impress women. Stewart’s readiness to defend Carrie for the second time irritated Kristopher. He found Stewart even more bothersome than that young upstart Asher. Particrly since he remembered Carrie once taking a soda from him to give to Stewart.


    Kristopher moved to stand between Carrie and Stewart, saying to Vicky, “It’s alright. I’m content to love more. If my wife dislikes the ring, I’ll purchase another. And if her roles demand different styles, I’ll acquire rings to suit each character.”


    The crowd was taken aback by suchvish promises. Such generosity was almost beyond belief. Carrie was at a loss for words. How could they remain meaningful as wedding rings if there were multiple?


    Feeling unable to contend with Kristopher’s statements, she meekly suggested, “Shall we begin the dance now?”


    Kristopher ced his arm around Carrie’s waist and guided her to the center of the stage. The lights dimmed, leaving them spotlighted. They began dancing elegantly to the music.


    At first, the crowd was indifferent, but as their light steps quickened, everyone’s eyes widened in amazement.


    What? She said she was not very good at waltzing. This performance was rivaling a professional dancepetition! Combined with their stunning looks, it was a grand visual feast.


    All eyes were on the dazzling couple as they glided across the dance floor, a wless disy of elegance. Vicky’s violin notes faded into the background, her presence barely noticed by the captivated audience. The spotlight caught Carrie’s hair, making her silky locks shimmer with a refined glow, radiating an understated charm.


    Not wanting to be outshone, Vicky quickly switched to a faster piece, dramatically increasing the tempo. As the lead performer, the band had no option but to match her pace, following her every move. Dancing a waltz at such a fast tempo was a sure path to mistakes—a delicate bncing act.


    The host subtly wiped his forehead, anxiety creeping in. If Kristopher faltered now, the whole TV station would bear the shame.


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