?<strong>Chapter 363:</strong>


    Kristopher gave her a casual look, a yful glint in his eye. “Are you suggesting that we… might have some fun?” He let his words trail off deliberately, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of his mouth.


    Carrie immediately grasped his implication about something more intimate happening in the hospital room. Meanwhile, Oliver, focused on packing,pletely missed the underlying meaning of Kristopher’s words and bluntly asked, “So, what do you n to do, Mrs. Norris?”


    Kristopher’s smile widened, and he echoed Oliver’s words with a teasing twist. “Exactly. Mrs. Norris, what will you do?”


    Carrie shot him an irritated look, clearly annoyed. It was only then that Oliver noticed their expressions seemed off, realizing toote that he had misspoken. He immediately fell silent and moved aside, eager to avoid making the situation more ufortable.


    When they finally arrived back at Bayview Vi, it was almost midnight, and the ce was eerily quiet. As they got closer, Carrie heard raised voicesing from the front door. She rolled down the car window to hear better and then turned to Kristopher, asking, “Did someone stop by today?”


    Kristopher shook his head, his voice t. “I didn’t invite anyone.”


    As they spoke, the car pulled into the yard, and they saw Willow standing at the entrance, apanied by a disheveled-looking man.


    When she spotted them stepping out of the car, Willow quickly stered a smile on her face and greeted them, “Mr. and Mrs. Norris, wee back home.” Even with Willow’s attempts to hide it, Carrie could still see the guilt flickering in her eyes. “Who’s this?” Kristopher asked sharply, his voice cold as he nced past Willow at the man standing behind her. The man appeared to be in his thirties, hunched over with a shady air about him. He wore a hoodie and ripped jeans, the Balenciaga logo clearly visible, but his entire appearance gave off the impression of being fake. Before Willow could respond, the man moved forward and offered his hand to Kristopher. “Mr. Norris, correct? I’m Willow’s son.” Kristopher nced at the offered hand before looking away, unamused. Willow quickly pped his hand down and pulled the toothpick from his mouth. “How can you speak to Mr. Norris that way? You’re a grown man, yet you act like—” He shot Willow a disapproving look, sneering. “Mom, have you really be this submissive after just a few days as a maid? Should I fall at Mr. Norris’s feet too?” Kristopher ignored thement and turned to Willow, his face stern. “This is thest time. Don’t bring unrted people into this house again.” Willow broke into a cold sweat and quickly lowered her head. “I understand, Mr. Norris. It won’t happen again. This is my fault. I forgot to give my son his allowance.” Hearing this, her son extended his hand with a smirk. “In that case, Mom, give me the allowance now. I’ll leave right after and won’t trouble Mr. Norris anymore.” Willow hesitated, then pulled out a thick wad of hundreds, prepared to count out a few. Before she could, her son snatched the whole stack. “Give it here.”


    When she spotted them stepping out of the car, Willow quickly put on a smile and greeted them. “Mr. and Mrs. Norris, wee back home.” Even with Willow’s attempts to hide it, Carrie could still see the guilt flickering in her eyes.


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    “Who’s this?” Kristopher asked sharply, his voice cold as he nced past Willow at the man standing behind her.


    The man looked to be in his thirties, hunched over with a shady air about him. He wore a hoodie and ripped jeans, the Balenciaga logo clearly visible, but his whole appearance gave off a fake vibe. Before Willow could respond, the man moved forward and offered his hand to Kristopher. “Mr. Norris, correct? I’m Willow’s son.”


    Kristopher nced at the offered hand before looking away, unamused. Willow quickly pped his hand down and pulled the toothpick from his mouth. “How can you speak to Mr. Norris that way? You’re a grown man, yet you act like…”


    He shot Willow a disapproving look, sneering. “Mom, have you really be this submissive after just a few days as a maid? Should I fall at Mr. Norris’s feet too?”


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