?<strong>Chapter 356:</strong>


    Carrie hastened to rify, saying, “It’s just that I’m worried about Camille…”


    Kristopher dismissed her concerns with a wave of indifference. “What’s there to worry about? Albin’s security detail is among the best in Orkset. There’s no cause for concern.”


    “That’s not what I’m worried about…” Carrie muttered, her lips pursed in slight discontent.


    Kristopher looked at her and said, “You’re concerned about their rtionship, aren’t you?”


    Carrie raised an eyebrow in surprise. “How did you guess?”


    Kristopher sneered. “It’s obvious to see.”


    Carrie let out a sigh and nced downward. “They’re not a good match.”


    Kristopher casually said, “In rtionships, there’s no such thing as a perfect match. It alles down to whether you like someone or not. This is the first time I’ve seen Albin so invested in a woman. Whether Camille feels the same about Albin is something you’d know better than I.”


    “Love is something those involved have to figure out themselves. Interference from outsiders justplicates things.”


    Carrie gently repeated his words, saying, “So in rtionships, there’s no perfect match, just liking or disliking?”


    She then turned to look at Kristopher. His expression was calm, as if they were chatting about something ordinary.


    Carrie nced downward, stifling the urge to ask, “Do you like me?” Instead, she reframed her question and asked, “Would you prefer to eat seafood or something else?”


    Kristopher pulled out his phone, not looking at her, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he said, “Given such lukewarm gratitude, it doesn’t matter what we eat.”


    “If it doesn’t matter, then let’s go to that seafood restaurant. It’s been a long time, and I’ve been craving their caviar with snow crab, along with their unique pickled radish. It’s so refreshing! Oh, and the sea urchin toast, with the crispy bread topped with sweet pumpkin sauce and loaded with sea urchin! And don’t forget the Wagyu with matsutake mushrooms, that sizzling sound as it cooks… Just thinking about it makes my mouth water,” Carrie murmured to herself.


    Kristopher remained silent. Was the issue really that it didn’t matter? Or was it about her half-hearted thanks?


    Kristopher said coldly, “I get the feeling you’re inviting me out just to satisfy your own cravings.”


    Carrie pouted and said, “I suggested it because I think the food is exceptional and I wanted to share that with you.”


    Kristopher’s features softened noticeably after hearing her full exnation. “It seems you’re really struggling if a meal that costs thousands per person is something you’ve missed for so long.”


    Carrie shrugged. “What do you know? An asional treat is enough. Having the finest meals daily would make anyone tired of it. You know, ancient kings enjoyedvish feasts every day, but when they went out in disguise, even a simple bun would taste incredible.”


    “Mm,” Kristopher murmured, his disdain apparent yet with a subtle undertone of fondness.


    Oliver, observing through the rearview mirror, was quietly astounded.


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