Chapter 441
Sure, he had everything he needed, but that didn’t mean he didn’t value the sentiment of a surprise gift.
The more he thought about it, the more his frustration grew.
Just as he was sinking deeper into his thoughts, Carrie walked out of the bathroom in a fresh set of pajamas, leaving only her head and feet uncovered. Her choice of attire only deepened his annoyance.
Looking up, he asked bluntly, “Why don’t you ever give me gifts?”
Carrie, unfazed, responded casually, “What sort of gift are you talking about?”
With a serious expression, Kristopher replied, “Any kind will do.”
Carrie hesitated briefly before instinctively retorting, “I have given you gifts.”
As she removed her bath cap, her hair tumbled down in waves, dark and smooth like silk, glowing with the freshness of a morning flower.
Kristopher’s eyes brightened, and the weight on his chest seemed to vanish. It felt like he had just figured something out, and though he wanted to show his excitement, he made an effort to stay calm.
With a playful glint in his eyes, he teased, “Don’t tell me you’re offering yourself as a gift?”
Carrie gave him a look. “Are you really into those cheesy romance dramas now? You know that’s a total cliché. Someone with an IQ over 140 saying that? Are you being ironic on purpose?”
She walked up to him, grabbed the green frog, and tossed it his way. “How about this? Isn’t it a gift?”
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Kristopher paused, then reached toward her. “Hand me that pen.”
“What pen?” Carrie asked, not quite following his train of thought.
Kristopher clenched his jaw, forcing the words out. “The free pen you got when you picked out Daxton’s birthday gift.”
“You said you didn’t want it,” Carrie said, furrowing her brows.
Kristopher’s face shifted, his indifference feigned. “I’ve had a change of heart.”
“No way, I need it for drafting outlines,” Carrie firmly rejected.
Kristopher thought it over and then said, “Fine, I’ll buy that limited edition pen and trade it with you.”
Carrie almost agreed, but then she remembered they weren’t getting divorced anymore.
Now that they shared everything as a couple, dropping ten million on a pen just to write outlines seemed ridiculous. A playful gleam sparkled in her eyes, and a knowing smile tugged at her lips.
Kristopher couldn’t shake the growing sense of unease.
She sat beside him, gently resting her arm on his, her voice soft as she suggested, “How about this… you buy me a pen worth the same, and we can make the trade.
Kristopher opened his mouth to agree but then froze when she added, “And the other nine million? You can just give it to me in cash.”