?<strong>Chapter 370:</strong>


    “Mr. Norris has gone to the office,” Willow replied, her voice neutral.


    Carrie, d in a silk camisole nightgown, looked both elegant and subtly alluring. Willow muttered quietly under her breath as she walked away, calling Carrie a “flirt.” She med Carrie for what had happened the night before when Kristopher had nearly twisted her son’s arm. Willow believed that if Carrie hadn’t been so seductive around men, her son wouldn’t have felt bold enough to bother her.


    Unaware of Willow’s bitterness, Carrie checked the time. It was only 10 a.m., and with no filming scheduled for the day, she decided to surprise Kristopher with lunch at his office. This would be her first time doing so.


    Previously, when Kristopher had not publicly acknowledged their marriage, it had sometimes made her feel insecure. She worried that appearing uninvited at his office might irritate him, suggesting she was overly eager to assert her status as Mrs. Norris.


    But now, after he had dered their rtionship on a reality show watched by millions, it seemed perfectly eptable for her to bring him lunch. A flutter of newlywed excitement stirred within her. With that thought, she told Willow, “You don’t need to prepare lunch for me today. I won’t be home.”


    Willow quickly asked, “Mrs. Norris, where are you going?”


    Carrie’s reply was sharp. “Do I really need to report my movements to you?”


    Willow silently cursed Carrie but managed a smile. “Mrs. Norris, I only ask in case Mr. Norris inquirester, and I don’t know what to tell him.”


    Carrie looked down at her dismissively. “I am Kristopher’s wife, not his prisoner. He doesn’t control my freedom. Whether or not I inform him is our concern, and it’s not your role to report on me.”


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    “I…” Willow opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words. She harbored a deep disdain for Carrie; her alluring appearance and piercingly sharp tongue were too much for her to handle.


    Carrie went back to her bedroom, picked up her phone, and saw a message from Kristopher: “I’m at the office taking care of some things. You can keep sleeping.” The message included a picture of his office. It was the first time he had voluntarily shared his location with her, and shey back on the bed, a smile breaking through as she buried her face in the pillow, overwhelmed by a fleeting rush of joy. Perhaps love had its sweet moments after all.


    An hourter, Carrie arrived at the Norris Group with a thermos lunchbox, making her way directly to Kristopher’s private elevator. She knew the security code for his private elevator. Just as she lifted her hand to press the button, another hand, decorated with an expensive manicure, blocked her path. She recognized the luxurious nail design from an upscale salon, where such a manicure would cost over a thousand dors.


    “This is the CEO’s private elevator. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed here,” the owner of the hand said coldly, her voiceced with disdain.


    Carrie looked up, following the direction of the hand, and saw a woman with soft makeup. Based on her outfit, she appeared to be thepany receptionist.


    “I’m Kristopher’s wife. I’m here to deliver his lunch,” Carrie said, lifting the thermos box for emphasis.


    To her astonishment, the receptionist crossed her arms and retorted sarcastically, “What’s with today? Everyone seems to be part of the Norris Group family. Earlier, someone imed to be Mr. Murray’s girlfriend, and now you’re the CEO’s wife?”


    Carrie, uninterested in quarreling, reached for the elevator button once more. However, the receptionist wasn’t finished. She examined Carrie and added, “Your entire outfit doesn’t look worth five hundred dors. How could you possibly be the CEO’s wife? I suggest you leave.”


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