DreameNovelChapter 363:
Kristopher gave her a casual look, a playful glint in his eye. “Are you suggesting that we... might have some
fun?” He let his words trail off deliberately, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
Carrie immediately grasped his implication about something more intimate happening in the hospital room.
Meanwhile, Oliver, focused on packing, completely missed the underlying meaning of Kristopher's words and
bluntly asked, “So, what do you plan to do, Mrs. Norris?”
Kristopher’s smile widened, and he echoed Oliver's words with a teasing twist. “Exactly. Mrs. Norris, what will
you do?”
Carrie shot him an irritated look, clearly annoyed. It was only then that Oliver noticed their expressions seemed
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the situation more uncomfortable.
When they finally arrived back at Bayview Villa, it was almost midnight, and the place was eerily quiet. As they
got closer, Carrie heard raised voices coming from the front door. She rolled down the car window to hear better
and then turned to Kristopher, asking, “Did someone stop by today?”
Kristopher shook his head, his voice flat. “I didn’t invite anyone.”
As they spoke, the car pulled into the yard, and they saw Willow standing at the entrance, accompanied by a
disheveled-looking man.
When she spotted them stepping out of the car, Willow quickly plastered a smile on her face and greeted them,
“Mr. and Mrs. Norris, welcback home.” Even with Willow’s attempts to hide it, Carrie could still see the guilt
flickering in her eyes. “Who's this?” Kristopher asked sharply, his voice cold as he glanced past Willow at the
man standing behind her. The man appeared to be in his thirties, hunched over with a shady air about him. He
wore a hoodie and ripped jeans, the Balenciaga logo clearly visible, but his entire appearance gave off the
impression of being fake. Before Willow could respond, the man moved forward and offered his hand to
Kristopher. “Mr. Norris, correct? I'm Willow's son.” Kristopher glanced at the offered hand before looking away,
unamused. Willow quickly slapped his hand down and pulled the toothpick from his mouth. “How can you speak
to Mr. Norris that way? You're a grown man, yet you act like—" He shot Willow a disapproving look, sneering.
“Mom, have you really becthis submissive after just a few days as a maid? Should I fall at Mr. Norris's feet
too?” Kristopher ignored the comment and turned to Willow, his face stern. “This is the last time. Don’t bring
unrelated people into this house again.” Willow broke into a cold sweat and quickly lowered her head. “I
understand, Mr. Norris. It won't happen again. This is my fault. | forgot to give my son his allowance.” Hearing
this, her son extended his hand with a smirk. “In that case, Mom, givethe allowance now. I'll leave right after
and won't trouble Mr. Norris anymore.” Willow hesitated, then pulled out a thick wad of hundreds, prepared to
count out a few. Before she could, her son snatched the whole stack. “Give it here.”
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When she spotted them stepping out of the car, Willow quickly put on a smile and greeted them. “Mr. and Mrs.
Norris, welcback home.” Even with Willow's attempts to hide it, Carrie could still see the guilt flickering in
her eyes.
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“Who's this?” Kristopher asked sharply, his voice cold as he glanced past Willow at the man standing behind her.
The man looked to be in his thirties, hunched over with a shady air about him. He wore a hoodie and ripped
jeans, the Balenciaga logo clearly visible, but his whole appearance gave off a fake vibe. Before Willow could
respond, the man moved forward and offered his hand to Kristopher. “Mr. Norris, correct? I'm Willow's son.”
Kristopher glanced at the offered hand before looking away, unamused. Willow quickly slapped his hand down
and pulled the toothpick from his mouth. “How can you speak to Mr. Norris that way? You're a grown man, yet
you act like...”
He shot Willow a disapproving look, sneering. “Mom, have you really becthis submissive after just a few
days as a maid? Should | fall at Mr. Norris's feet too?”
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