DreameNovelChapter 388:
“Don’t play games with me,” Billie shot back with a pointed look.
Then, her tone shifted to something more serious. “And take care of your injury. You're not a child anymore,
Kristopher. Act like an adult.”
Though Billie hadn't addressed her, Carrie replied sincerely, “I'll make sure he’s careful.”
Billie glanced at Carrie and gave a curt nod before closing the car door.
As Billie's car rolled out of the hospital courtyard, Carrie turned and got into Kristopher’s car.
She pulled out her phone, scrolling through her messages. A notification caught her eye—it was a reminder
about Daxton’s upcoming birthday. She paused, thinking of all the ways Daxton had helped her, from saving her
on the ship to supporting her during difficult times. While giving him a gift outright might seem too calculated,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtusing his birthday as an opportunity felt natural. A small token of gratitude would be appropriate—and
something Daxton wouldn't refuse.
She turned to Oliver. “Oliver, let's stop by Evergreen Plaza.” Kristopher glanced at her as he settled into the seat.
“Is there something you need? | can have it delivered to the house.”
Carrie waved a hand dismissively. “I just want to go shopping.”
Kristopher didn’t argue, accepting her explanation with a nod. When they arrived at the mall, Kristopher moved
to get out of the car with her, but Carrie stopped him. “I'll just grab what | need and be right back.”
Kristopher frowned. “Don’t you enjoy shopping?” Carrie didn’t bother with a lengthy excuse. “This is a girl thing,
don’t worry about it.”
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His face darkened, displeased at being excluded. To soften the mood, Carrie coaxed him like a child. “I'll cook for
you tonight. Be good.”
Kristopher’s expression immediately shifted, his mood improving as he grinned. “I want steamed egg with sea
urchin.”
Carrie recalled they were out of sea urchin and casually improvised. “Your hand's injured; sea urchin isn’t good
for you right now. How about steamed egg with minced meat?”
“That works too,” Kristopher agreed, oblivious to the ploy.
Carrie smiled at his compliance and, on impulse, reached out to ruffle his neatly styled hair. His soft black locks
fell into disarray under her fingers. For a moment, she thought he might protest, but Kristopher simply sat there,
letting her do as she pleased, like a big, obedient dog.
In the front seat, Oliver watched the scene unfold through the rearview mirror and nearly choked on his breath. It
had been years since anyone dared to touch Kristopher’s hair like that—not even Billie had tried since he was in
middle school. This act was like pulling fur from a tiger. But what stunned him even more was that Kristopher
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdidn’t mind. He sat there calmly, his usual icy pride melted into something almost tender as Carrie mussed his
hair.
Oliver glanced away quickly, hiding his thoughts. So, this is what happens when a man realizes what he almost
lost. If he'd acted like this before, Mrs. Norris would have never brought up divorce. Still, Oliver kept his musings
to himself. Kristopher might tolerate anything from Carrie, but Oliver wasn’t foolish enough to test his patience.
Carrie stepped off the elevator into the mall's shopping area, her eyes immediately drawn to the sleek design of
a newly opened Morwick counter. A pen cto mind—simple, yet thoughtful. In her mind's eye, she pictured
Daxton, seated by a window in a crisp white shirt, writing with focused intensity. Among everyone she knew,
Daxton was the most scholarly. Oliver had a polished demeanor too, but his refinement was tempered by years
of handling Kristopher’s demanding world. Daxton, however, carried an air of pure elegance, untainted by
pragmatism.
With a sense of clarity, Carrie decided on her gift and walked confidently toward the counter. As she approached,
the saleswoman behind the counter initially smiled, but upon taking in Carrie's unassuming outfit, her expression
grew dismissive. She didn’t bother greeting Carrie and instead turned to whisper with another saleswoman.
Carrie immediately understood. She wasn’t wearing high-end brands, so the saleswoman had decided she wasn’t
a “serious” customer.
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