DreameNovelChapter 377:
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 | 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't compare to the difficulties she had faced in the past. After all, this taround, 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.”
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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, glanced at Camille, and continued speaking slowly. “I
had the TV station record another episode to air first. Ours will follow after your wraps up.”
Carrie offered him a genuine smile of thanks. “I appreciate it.”
Kristopher took his fork, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “You should bringmeals 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. | just cby today.
Since | already knew the code to your private elevator, | thought there was no need to trouble Oliver. I'll make
sure to let him know before | cnext time.”
Oliver cast a hesitant glance 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
the company, I'll cdown to meet you.”
Carrie nodded, agreeing.
“Mr. Norris, Mrs. Norris, Miss Nixon, please enjoy your meal. I'll go handle sthings,” Oliver said, finding a
polite excuse to leave.
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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 another company’s research department today, so he didn’t have
tto deliver it, so he askedto drop it off.” As Camille spoke, she deliberately avoided Carrie's gaze, a
flicker of embarrassment crossing her face.
“Alright,” Kristopher said, accepting 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 playing the role of the supportive partner. She scowled as she thought about Albin’s lazy 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 glanced 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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