My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 950:

A mere five-hundred-meter walk stretched into nearly ten minutes. Finally, Kyson came to a stop in front of a small, understated shop. He turned to her with a rare hint of excitement. “We’re here.”

Carrie looked up. A wooden signboard hung above the entrance, decorated with an illustration of crabs and noodles. The rich, savory scent of crab roe filled the air, making her stomach tighten with unexpected hunger.

Inside, Kyson led her to a table by the window and gestured for her to sit. “You like crabs, don’t you? You have to try the crab roe noodles here. The portions are huge.”

Carrie blinked in surprise. “How did you know I like crabs?” It wasn’t exactly a secret, but after moving to Isonridge, she had never mentioned it to anyone. Even Marina, her closest friend here, hadn’t heard her talk about it. Had her cousins told him?

Kyson noticed the slight furrow in Carrie’s brow and chuckled. “Relax, your cousins didn’t spill your little secrets.”

Carrie was momentarily at a loss for words. She felt exposed, as if he had read her thoughts too easily. Her first instinct was to deny it, but that would only make her look defensive. Instead, she fell silent.

“Two supreme sets,” Kyson ordered as the waiter approached. Then, turning back to her, he added with a knowing smile, “If you pay attention, you don’t need anyone to tell you things—you just notice.” As he spoke, he picked up the teapot and poured her a cup of tea. “Every time you eat out, if there’s crab on the table—whether it’s stir-fried, sashimi, or steamed—you always reach for it. That tells me you don’t just like a specific dish; you love crab itself. And generally, people who love crab enjoy seafood in general.”

He paused briefly, then smirked. “But I don’t have enough evidence to confirm that yet, so I didn’t dare take you straight to a seafood feast.”

Carrie’s initial discomfort faded.

Kyson’s straightforwardness was refreshing. He might have feelings for her, but there was nothing wrong with that—after all, she had never explicitly told him she was dating Daxton.

She decided to be direct. “You’re right. I love seafood, and I also enjoy spicy food. We should plan a meal together sometime. But I should mention—”

Before she could finish, Kyson smoothly cut in, lifting his teacup.

“Try this first,” he said, gesturing for her to drink. “It’s their special ginger tea. It doesn’t have that sharp spiciness ginger usually has—just a mild, pleasant sweetness. I think you’ll like it.”

Carrie hesitated, then let her unfinished words slip away. There would always be other opportunities to tell him about her and Daxton. Since Kyson hadn’t explicitly confessed his feelings, there was no need to force an awkward conversation just yet.

She lifted her cup and took a sip. The ginger tea was indeed unique—delicate, smooth, with a gentle warmth that lingered on her tongue.

As they spoke, the waiter returned with their food.noveldrama

The noodles before them shimmered under the light, each strand coated in rich, golden crab roe.

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