My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 949:

Somehow, he had the sinking suspicion that Carrie might not choose anyone.

As Kyson and Carrie stepped out of the hotel, a sharp gust of wind swept past, tugging at the hem of her thin evening dress. Without hesitation, Kyson shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

Carrie instinctively reached up to return it. “It’s okay, Kyson, I’m not cold—”

Before she could finish, the valet had already pulled the car up. Kyson was at the passenger door in an instant, reaching it before the attendant. With a charming smile, he pulled it open. “Your ride’s ready, princess.”

Carrie hesitated but knew she had little choice. She slid into the seat, and the moment she settled, her hands moved automatically to buckle her seatbelt before anyone else did.

Kyson noticed but said nothing. He simply shut the door, walked around, and got into the driver’s seat.

As he fastened his own seatbelt, he turned to her casually. “I know a great place for a late-night snack.”

Carrie parted her lips, instinctively wanting to refuse. “I…”

But Kyson was faster. “You barely ate at the party, and it’s already late. Besides…” His voice took on a playful yet persuasive edge. “The Morrison and Webster families have been close for generations. You wouldn’t turn down a simple meal with me, would you?”

Even he felt a twinge of amusement at himself. He never thought he’d have to work this hard just to get a woman to have dinner with him. Carrie sighed, knowing she couldn’t refuse any longer. “Alright,” she murmured. “I’ll leave it to you, Kyson.”

The drive was short, and when the car rolled to a stop, Kyson gave her a knowing look. “We’re here.”

Carrie glanced outside. They were near her apartment, but this part of town wasn’t exactly known for budget-friendly restaurants. She recalled the cozy little fruit shop Kyson had taken her to before and half-expected something similar. To her surprise, they had arrived at a high-end establishment.

Then again, this was their world—expensive restaurants and lavish meals were the norm. It was the humble roadside eateries that felt like a novelty to them.

As she stepped out, Carrie found herself reflecting on how different backgrounds shaped people. She was a Morrison by blood, and she had long since earned her…

Her own wealth was undeniable, but growing up in Orkset with her grandmother had left its mark. Unlike those raised in aristocratic circles, she had learned the value of money in a way they never had.

In moments like these, her thoughts instinctively drifted to Daxton and the countless times they had explored small eateries together, savoring and reviewing dishes. It made her wonder—perhaps compatibility mattered more than love itself.

Lost in thought, she followed Kyson absentmindedly.

Kyson noticed her distraction but didn’t comment. He simply walked ahead, leading the way in silence. Every time he saw her lagging behind, he would pause and wait for her, never rushing.

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