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Carrie's cheeks flushed as she pushed against his chest, slipping out of his arms. “Billie's waiting for me.”
“I have to go,” she said hurriedly.
Smoothing her hair, she glanced nervously at the lounge door. Although she knew the office was soundproof, the
thought of Oliver unexpectedly walking in made her uneasy. Grabbing her phone, she quickly dialed Oliver's
number.
“Oliver, can you driveto the Norris Mansion?” she asked.
Oliver answered promptly, “Of course, Mrs. Norris.” Moments later, the door to the adjacent lounge opened, and
Oliver stepped out. Kristopher’s gaze darkened as he adjusted his shirt and unbuttoned his collar. His voice was
icy. “Oliver, where did you disappear to? Growing lazier by the day, are we?”
Oliver hesitated, unsure of Kristopher’s mood but quick to respond. “I was just sending semails, Mr. Norris.”
It wasn’t a complete lie—he had been replying to work messages while giving the couple sprivacy.
Kristopher tugged at his collar, keeping a straight face. In a bid to escape the situation, Oliver quickly added, “If
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthere's nothing else, I'll take Mrs. Norris to the Norris Mansion.”
Kristopher’s lips thinned, but he didn’t argue. “Hmm,” was all he said. However, his sharp gaze lingered on
Carrie, making her squirm.
Relieved to escape the suffocating atmosphere, Carrie hurried out of the office and stepped into the elevator.
At the Norris Mansion, the poker gwas already underway by the tCarrie arrived. A maid had temporarily
filled in for the missing player. The two other women in the room were Mrs. Quinn, whom Carrie remembered as
the one who had brought her health supplements during a previous visit, and Mrs. Diaz, a regular guest in Billie's
social circle.
Diaz often played poker with Billie, and while Carrie recognized her, she didn’t know much about her or her
background. Previously, when Kristopher had kept Carrie at arm’s length and Billie hadn't warmed up to her, the
women in this social circle had barely acknowledged her presence. Today, however, was different.
As soon as Carrie entered the room, even before she could greet them, Mrs. Quinn looked up and exclaimed with
a warm smile, “Carrie! Last t| cby with shealth supplements, you left in such a hurry | barely got to
see you. But today, you look radiant—more beautiful than when you first got married!” She leaned closer,
studying Carrie as if trying to solve a delightful mystery. “No wonder they say fadds a glow. | didn’t believe
it before, but seeing you, I'm tempted to try my luck in the entertainment circle myself!”
Mrs. Diaz laughed, her tone teasing. “At your age, trying to step into the entertainment circle? Be careful you
don’t throw your back out dancing and end up bedridden for half a month.”
Mrs. Quinn playfully slapped Mrs. Diaz's arm, and the two women chuckled. Carrie smiled politely, walking
further into the room. “Billie, Mrs. Quinn, Mrs. Diaz,” she greeted.
Mrs. Quinn's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she gave Carrie another thorough once-over. Then, turning to Billie,
she said with feigned nonchalance, “Billie, don’t you think Carrie looks like she’s gained a bit of weight? Could it
be... she’s pregnant?”
Hearing Mrs. Quinn's words, Billie glanced at Carrie, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. “It's been a while since
you saw her, so you might remember it wrong. She's always as thin as a rail. | don’t think she’s put on a single
pound.”
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