My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 841:

Kristopher pressed his lips together, unsure how to clear up the misunderstanding, so he let it stand.

He stood, offered a small nod to those around him, and walked forward. While he’d been chatting, Carrie had disappeared from view.

With his tall frame and long strides, Kristopher quickly moved forward, rounded the first corner, and spotted Carrie once again.

For no clear reason, a sudden urge swept over him, and without thinking, he shouted, “Wait up!”

He nearly called her “honey,” but caught himself, changing his words mid-sentence.

He couldn’t understand why such a sentimental word had nearly escaped his lips.

Carrie, recognizing Kristopher’s voice, slowed her pace slightly. She couldn’t understand why Kristopher hadn’t left yet, nor could she figure out why he was calling her now. Was he purposefully waiting for her? Or was their encounter simply a coincidence?

However, it was wiser to avoid any complications. She barely hesitated before continuing on her way.

Kristopher observed that Carrie had paused for a moment before quickening her pace, and a hint of annoyance sparked within him. It was clear she had heard him calling out to her. How could she ignore him like that?

Kristopher stopped. Continuing to follow her would only make him seem desperate and pathetic. Running after an ex-wife was not worth sacrificing his self-respect.

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and stood enveloped in smoke, watching her disappear from sight again, his frustration growing with each passing moment.noveldrama

After finishing his cigarette, he resumed walking. To his surprise, upon leaving the alley, he spotted Carrie again.

She appeared to be scanning the taxis and the approaching traffic, clearly struggling to get one.

A small sense of pride washed over Kristopher as he called his driver to bring his car.

He casually walked toward her, pretending to be indifferent. “Taxis are scarce at this hour.”

Carrie didn’t acknowledge him, focusing intently on her phone as she continued her search for a taxi.

She wasn’t intentionally avoiding him. This was a public space, after all. She could move around him to avoid any confrontation, but there was no reason to behave as if she were hiding something shameful.

Kristopher cleared his throat awkwardly and said, “My car…”

He meant to offer her a lift, saying his vehicle would soon arrive. Before he could finish speaking, a sleek black sports car came to a sudden stop right in front of them.

“Carrie?” Kyson rolled down the car window, leaning slightly toward her. “What are you doing here?”

Carrie lifted the bag in her hand and waved it lightly. “I came to pick up some herbal medicine. It’s for my health.”

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