My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 797:

If they could hug in front of him so easily, then what else had they done? Were they kissing when he wasn’t looking? Or worse—sleeping together?

So disgusting! The thought made his stomach churn.

As they turned a corner, stepping out of Kristopher’s sight, Kyson finally let go of Carrie’s hand.

“Sorry about that,” he said, his tone light. Carrie quickly shook her head.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have known what to do.”

For a brief moment, she hesitated.

Then, lowering her voice, she added, “Please don’t tell my family… I’m afraid they’ll—”

Kyson shrugged casually, cutting her off before she could finish.

“What, that I don’t like socializing, so I stepped out for a bit and just happened to run into you? Is there anything else?”

Carrie stared at him for a beat, then a small smile lit her face.

“That’s—”noveldrama

She had to admit—Kyson had a way of making things seem effortless, brushing off tension with his easygoing nature.

Tonight, he was dressed in a white casual suit, a stark contrast to the usual sportswear he favored.

Under the dim hallway lights, his lighter-toned hair shimmered with golden highlights, making him look almost otherworldly. Something about it reminded her of Daxton—a warm, reliable presence from her school days.

The distance between them seemed to grow smaller. For the first time, Kyson wasn’t just her future cousin-in-law’s brother.

Maybe… maybe he could be called a friend.

But that was all. Just a friend, not a close one.

Thinking about it, the only male friend she had ever truly considered close was Daxton. At most… maybe Asher. Even Soren, in her mind, was just a good business partner, nothing more.

She had never been the type to collect casual friendships, and she had her own way of measuring the distance between herself and others.

As they walked, Carrie gradually became aware that the hallway they had entered felt… unfamiliar. She slowed her pace, glancing around.

“Wait… Where are we?” she asked, confusion evident in her eyes.

Kyson, walking just ahead, glanced over his shoulder and let out a light chuckle.

“How are you supposed to walk into the front hall like this without drawing attention? You should tidy yourself up before going back.”

A few more steps, and Kyson stopped in front of a guest room.

“This is Marina’s usual room when she stays here.” He pushed the door open but made no move to enter.

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