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The maid, watching from the side, seemed pleased. “You didn’t eat much at lunch, so I thought your appetite
might be poor today. That's why | prepared more vegetable-based dishes.”
Carrie smiled faintly, murmuring, “It’s perfect, thank you.”
What the maid didn’t know was that Carrie was keeping a secret. She hadn't told anyone about her suspected
pregnancy—not even Kristopher. Sharing the news too early felt risky. What if the test had been a false alarm?
She didn’t want to get everyone's hopes up only to disappoint them, especially Melany and Billie, who had
eagerly awaited the possibility of a child.
Her thoughts drifted back to earlier in the car. She had almost told Kristopher but held back at the last moment.
This wasn’t something to share lightly; she would wait until she was certain. Later that night, Carrie went
through her bedtroutine and climbed into bed, the events of the day still replaying in her mind. She didn’t
hear Kristopher return until much later.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe entered the room after his shower, his hair damp and his presence calming. He sat down beside her, holding
the catalogs in one hand. Before long, their conversation shifted to quiet laughter and lingering touches. His
hand slid across her waist, his kisses trailing down her neck. The warmth of his touch was familiar and
intoxicating, drawing her into the moment.
But suddenly, a thought pierced through the haze: intimacy during early pregnancy could lead to complications.
Her heart raced, and she gently pushed him away. “I'm not feeling well tonight.”
“What's wrong?” Kristopher asked, his brows furrowed with concern.
Carrie searched for an excuse. “My stomach’s a little upset, and I'm really tired.”
The worry on his face softened. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “Alright, I'll let you off the hook
tonight.”
A few days later, Foxfire’s planned tourist area was beginning to take shape. The charm of the quaint town
remained intact; the renovations had been careful, preserving the character of the guesthouses and the town’s
unique ambiance. Though Agarwood hadn't premiered yet, the powerful draw of Katrina's and Asher’s names
alone had thrust Foxfire into the spotlight. Tourists, lured by the growing online buzz, arrived in droves and found
a place more breathtaking than the curated photos. A hidden gem had been discovered.
At the Norris Mansion, the weekend brought a family gathering at the sprawling Norris estate. Kristopher and
Carrie had been invited for dinner. With work matters to discuss, Kristopher brought along a few executives. The
evening promised to be a blend of business and family warmth.
Carrie had grown accustomed to the executives’ polite indifference during previous interactions—always
respectful but distant, as though unsure how to regard her. This time, the change was striking. As soon as they
stepped inside, the executives greeted her with warm smiles.
“Mrs. Norris, we truly owe the success of this project to you,” one of them said, his enthusiasm almost boyish.
“Absolutely! What you've accomplished is nothing short of extraordinary,” another chimed in. “Transforming an
overlooked little town into the top tourist destination—well, that’s no small feat.”
“Mrs. Norris, you've been so modest about your contributions that we never realized how instrumental you've
been,” someone added. “Your work as a screenwriter created more buzz than all our marketing combined.”
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