My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 870:

Carrie exited the private room, bidding the sponsors goodbye, and immediately felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.

She dimly recalled Kristopher warning her about the potent effects of red wine as she had eagerly indulged earlier.

Despite Mr. Singh serving her just a small amount, which she had downed in two quick sips, the reaction seemed disproportionate—even compared to whiskey.

The prestige of the upscale, exclusive restaurant provided a slight reassurance. Carrie chalked up her swift intoxication to her prolonged abstinence from alcohol and its rapid consumption.

Her vision began to blur just as she rounded a corner. Leaning against the wall for support, she felt her strength wane and a troubling sense of vulnerability overwhelm her.

Contemplating a return to the private room for a brief respite, she was approached by a concerned waiter.

“Madam, are you feeling alright?”

Carrie looked up at the sound and recognized the waiter—it was the same one who had served them the red wine earlier.

She waved a hand dismissively.

“I’m fine, just a little dizzy from having too much to drink.”

The waiter helpfully suggested,

“There’s a restroom ahead where you could freshen up, or a lounge nearby to rest. What would you prefer?”

Unnoticed by Carrie, a cunning glint flickered across the waiter’s face.

After a moment’s hesitation, Carrie replied,

“I think I’ll head to the restroom.”

She reasoned that the lounge, while private, posed a risk with potential male patrons around, whereas the gender-separated restrooms offered more security.

The waiter’s smile subtly widened, his expectations met.

Stepping closer, he suggested,

“Allow me to escort you.”

Regaining her composure, Carrie stood tall.

“Thank you, that would be helpful.”

The waiter glanced at her and asked,

“Do you need some assistance walking?”

Carrie dismissed the offer with a gesture.

“No, thanks.”

He led the way, pacing himself and pausing occasionally to ensure she could keep up.

They were not far from the restroom, just beyond two turns.

Reaching the restroom, Carrie looked up at the women’s sign and thanked the waiter.

“I appreciate your help, but I can manage from here.”

As she entered, she rummaged through her purse for her phone to contact Gerry, the Morrison family butler.

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