?<strong>Chapter 436:</strong>


    But he quickly shook off the thought, dismissing it with a small shake of his head. Someone as pure as her deserved to remain in her untarnished world, an ivory tower that would always stay untouched.


    He ced the pen back in its box and drove off into the night, swallowed by the darkness.


    Meanwhile, Carrie trailed behind Kristopher as they entered the living room. As the door clicked shut behind them, Carrie instinctively pulled her hand from his and took a step back, creating a brief distance.


    Her voice was cold as she asked, “Why are you back?”


    “I came back because I wanted to,” Kristopher answered, pulling her hand once more and guiding her to the sofa. He settled down and then pulled her into hisp. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands sliding under her shirt to softly trace the curve of her skin.


    Hours passed, the anger fading like a storm that had blown over.


    Carrie casually asked, “Did you sign the contract?”


    Kristopher shrugged, unfazed. “I left it to my team.” He rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice yful. “My wife almost left me for another man, and you think I’d be worried about work?”


    Carrie’s expression hardened, and with a sharp, sarcastic tone, she replied, “Even if I ran away, it wouldn’t be with your nephew. I’m not into that kind of thing. If every man in the world were gone, I still wouldn’t choose anyone from the Norris family.”


    Kristopher pinched the soft flesh of her stomach, a yful smile on his face as he admitted, “You’re still upset over that? The ne was shaking, I was stuck writing a contract for hours, and my head was all over the ce. I didn’t mean anything by it.”


    Seeing him relent, Carrie didn’t push any further. Instead, she quipped, “If Mr. Norris can’t control his mouth, he might as well donate it to charity.”


    “I’ll donate it to you,” Kristopher murmured, his voice low and affectionate. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her deeply, stealing her breath away.


    The kiss left him craving more. He lifted her in his arms, smiling. “Maybe there’s something else I’d like to give you… like a daughter.”


    Carrie nudged his shoulder with a yful punch. “Why not a son?”


    “A son would be just as perfect. I’ll love whatever you give me,” Kristopher replied, his dark eyes filled with deep affection as they locked onto hers.


    Kristopher carried Carrie into the bedroom and carefullyid her down on the bed. Carrie noticed a lingering scent of barbecue smoke on her and immediately sat up, pushing Kristopher aside. “I need to clean up.”


    Ovee by desire, Kristopher took her hand. “A little smoke doesn’t bother me,” he said.


    Carrie teased back, “No way, I can’t stand it.” She grinned and added, “But I’ll surprise youter.”


    Kristopher’s eyes lit up, and he let go of her hand. “No tricks now. If you do, you’re a little liar,” he joked.


    “I swear,” Carrie said, locking the door behind her as she rushed into the bathroom.


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