?<strong>Chapter 377:</strong>


    Kristopher drew the food Carrie had brought towards himself. “What you brought is perfect for me.”


    Carrie paused briefly before shifting back to their previous conversation. “Let’s go ahead and release the variety show. I’m not aiming to cultivate an idol image. Once I have a solid portfolio, any rumors will naturally fade.”


    This approach would certainly be more challenging, but marriage is about teamwork. With Kristopher already making considerable concessions, she was ready to put in the extra effort. Besides, no matter the challenges ahead, they wouldn’tpare to the difficulties she had faced in the past. After all, this time around, she wasn’t facing everything on her own.


    Kristopher settled onto the sofa across from Camille, his suit pants riding up just enough to reveal his perfectly neat socks. He looked up at Carrie and said, “I’m not the kind of person who would leave you to deal with public judgment on your own.”


    His gaze drifted to her neck, where the soft lighting made her skin glow gently. More than the meal on the table, he longed for her. But he quickly steadied his thoughts, nced at Camille, and continued speaking slowly. “I had the TV station record another episode to air first. Ours will follow after your drama wraps up.”


    Carrie offered him a genuine smile of thanks. “I appreciate it.”


    Kristopher took his fork, a yful smile tugging at his lips. “You should bring me meals more often when you’re free.” An idea crossed his mind, and he added, “Later, I’ll take you on a tour of the departments so everyone knows who the boss’s wife is.”


    Oliver promptly interjected, “I’ll go inform all the departments to gather.”


    “No, no!” Carrie sprang to her feet, stopping him. “That’s way too much. It’s embarrassing. I just came by today. Since I already knew the code to your private elevator, I thought there was no need to trouble Oliver. I’ll make sure to let him know before Ie next time.”


    Oliver cast a hesitant nce at Kristopher, silently seeking his approval.


    “Didn’t you hear what Mrs. Norris said? Just follow her lead,” Kristopher replied, cleaning his fork with his long fingers, moving with the elegance of an expert calligrapher.


    Oliver then turned to Carrie with respect. “Mrs. Norris, if you need anything, feel free to ask. And when you visit thepany, I’lle down to meet you.”


    Carrie nodded, agreeing.


    “Mr. Norris, Mrs. Norris, Miss Nixon, please enjoy your meal. I’ll go handle some things,” Oliver said, finding a polite excuse to leave.


    With Camille still present, the atmosphere grew tense once more. Seeing that Kristopher hadn’t begun his meal, Camille quickly handed him the documents beside her. “This is the proposal Albin prepared. If there are any issues, you can talk directly to him. He’s at anotherpany’s research department today, so he didn’t have time to deliver it, so he asked me to drop it off.” As Camille spoke, she deliberately avoided Carrie’s gaze, a flicker of embarrassment crossing her face.


    “Alright,” Kristopher said, epting the documents without saying anything more.


    Even Carrie, who often missed subtle cues, could tell that Camille and Albin were likely involved—and Camille was already ying the role of the supportive partner. She scowled as she thought about Albin’szy lifestyle and his almost pitiful position in the Murray family—hardly above that of a pet. Given this, she doubted he had any real control over his own marriage.


    Carrie nced at Kristopher and asked cautiously, “Is Albin working for you again? With all the subsidiaries and projects under Norris Group, wouldn’t it make more sense for him to officially represent the Murray family? At least that way, he’d have a legitimate career.”


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