?<strong>Chapter 521:</strong>


    “Hello, Mrs. Norris.”


    Kristopher guided Carrie to the sofa. He gestured at the table piled with packaging. “These are party favors, wedding sweets, and the bridal bouquet options,” he exined. Then, realizing he was being vague, he turned to the women. “Go on. Exin the differences to her.”


    One of the women stepped forward, holding out a sleek box. “These are the guest gifts, Mrs. Norris. Every guest will get one. Each set includes luxury perfume, gourmet choctes, custom-designed keepsakes, and scented candles.”


    From the corner, Oliver chimed in helpfully, “Mr. Norris has been so busy, he had everything brought here to choose while he worked.”


    Kristopher added, “I thought they all looked the same, so I nned to bring them home tonight for you to pick. But since you’re here now, you can decide.”


    Carrie nced over the items. The options were undeniably fancy, but to her, they seemed overly simr, with the differences being negligible. She raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t this the sort of thing wedding nners are supposed to handle?”


    Kristopher shook his head, his tone firm. “We can’t leave everything to them. This is a once-in-a-lifetime event. Every detail should be perfect—and we should be involved in making it that way.”


    He paused, then added with a thoughtful smile, “Though, maybe it’s not strictly once in a lifetime. If you want, we could do it again every year. Different ces, different styles. I heard about a celebrity couple who staged proposals in different countries. We could get married again and again somewhere new each time.”


    Carrie stared at him, momentarily speechless. “That’s not necessary,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “A proposal just needs one bouquet and one ring. A wedding? It’s way too much work. Once is enough.”


    One of the young women, clearly smitten by the couple’s chemistry, sighed dreamily. “Mr. Norris and Mrs. Norris, seeing how loving you two are makes me so excited for the wedding day. It’s going to be like a fairy tale.”


    After finalizing the ns for the gifts, bouquets, and other wedding details, Carrie found herself uncertain about how to spend her afternoon. Just then, Billie called her, mentioning that a fewdies wereing over to y poker and they were short one yer. She invited Carrie to join.


    It was rare for Billie to extend such friendliness, so Carrie decided not to overthink it. She agreed to join them without hesitation.


    After hanging up, Kristopher reached for her hand, his fingers brushing hers gently. “If you don’t feel like going, just say the word. I can make an excuse for you,” he offered. “Or, if you’d rather wait, I can finish signing these papers and go with you.”


    Carrie shook her head with a small smile. “I don’t have anything nned for the afternoon. Besides, the Norris Mansion isn’t exactly a ce I need you to hold my hand through.” Pulling her hand free from his, she stood up, ready to leave.


    Kristopher’s expression turned somber as he leaned back in his chair. “You really don’t care, do you? Leaving just like that?”


    Carrie paused, amused by his mncholy tone. Leaning down, she pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. Oliver took the cue and exited to the adjacent lounge, shutting the door behind him. They now had the spacious office to themselves.


    Kristopher closed his eyes briefly at the touch, but as Carrie started to straighten up, his arm shot out, pulling her back down into hisp. Before she could protest, he imed her lips, turning the light peck into a deep, passionate kiss. His hold tightened as his breath grew heavier, his hands beginning to wander.


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