My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1013:
Kristopher eventually paused, casting her a side glance. “Is the food not to your liking?” he asked, his tone even.
Startled, Aliza snapped out of her daze. She turned toward him with a faintly embarrassed smile, lowering her voice. “It’s not
that. I just... I’m close with Miss Hinks, and I can’t help but worry about her family.”
Kristopher replied calmly, “Alethea has no real intention of being your friend. I’m not here to interfere with your relationships, but
with someone like her, I hope you’ll be careful. Don’t let yourself be used.”
Aliza shifted to face him more fully, her tone soft. “I understand. In this circle, genuine friendships are rare. Before Carrie
came...” She hesitated. She glanced at Kristopher, gauging his reaction to the mention of Carrie. Seeing no change in his
expression, she continued, “Before she arrived, everyone in Isonridge called me their closest friend. But now? They keep their

distance. I’ve come to realize—only family and lovers are truly reliable.”
As she said this, her hand slid onto his arm, clinging lightly.
Kristopher’s gaze softened. He placed a hand over hers, giving it a light pat. “You’ve been fragile since the miscarriage. What
you need most right now is rest—time to regain your strength.”
Aliza leaned into his warmth, following his lead. “I heard the real descendant of the Hinks family passed away. If we could help
Miss Hinks find someone with the right blood type... it might work to your advantage. The Hinks family has wealth. If they’re
developing new projects, maybe you could invest less capital upfront.”
She’d originally meant to say it would help the Herrera family, but at the last second, she changed her wording to center on him
instead.
But Kristopher had never depended on other families’ finances. Every project he pursued, he did so with confidence—and
without hesitation. In his eyes, Kelsey Hinks wasn’t particularly outstanding in business. Conservative, cautious—under her
leadership, the Hinks family enterprise had plateaued rather than grown.
Their only leverage was money. And to Kristopher, money was the one thing he didn’t need. He had partnered with the Herrera
family back when everyone else shunned them—not because of their wealth, but because of their expertise and experience.
Still, he continued eating calmly, replying with a casual air, “If their connections and money haven’t found the right blood type, it
probably means it’s incredibly rare. Rather than wasting time on sentiment, it’s better to invest in projects backed by solid

research and market potential. Business should rely on strength—not favors.”
Aliza tilted her head thoughtfully. “I remember... they were searching for a blood type that was supposedly type O. My parents
even looked into it.”
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Kristopher glanced up, chewing slowly. “Type O isn’t that rare.”
“I thought so too,” she said, frowning slightly, her memory slowly piecing itself together. “But no... it wasn’t exactly type O. It
seemed like it, but it turned out to be something else entirely. They called it... Bombay phenotype.”
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