My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 692:

The meaning behind his words wasn’t lost on anyone, least of all Daxton. Kristopher’s pointed subtext implied that if Carrie hadn’t fallen for Daxton after knowing him for so many years, it would never happen.

Kyson, who hadn’t caught Kristopher’s implication, spoke with quiet sincerity. “Sometimes, destiny really is mysterious.” His words were meant only for Carrie.

Kyson’s mind wandered to their first meeting. That chance encounter when he gave her directions had lingered in his thoughts, leaving him to wonder why he hadn’t asked for her number then. As if by fate, they’d crossed paths again at his birthday banquet, and now here she was—a member of the Morrison family, her life seemingly aligned with his.

For years, Kyson had remained single, indifferent to relationships. Yet the first woman to stir something in him was Carrie, a woman so effortlessly perfect it felt as though she’d been crafted just for him.

Hidden meanings laced everyone’s conversations. Though no one mentioned Carrie by name, the implications about her were unmistakable.

Embarrassment overwhelmed Carrie, making her wish she could vanish right there.

“I’m going to change back into my clothes,” she said quickly and escaped from the scene.

As Carrie entered the fitting room, a voice from outside called out,

“Apsara is for sale at today’s opening. Please, bring it out for me to try.”

With a frown, Aliza entered the store.

In recent days, Aliza had devised numerous reasons to see Kristopher but failed to utter even a word to him. Oliver consistently turned her down. Even when her father tried to engage Kristopher under the guise of business cooperation, Oliver was the one who dealt with him.

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Aliza was feeling low today, so upon hearing that the gown boutique was opening and the Apsara gown she coveted was available, she decided to cheer herself up with some shopping.

A shop assistant said politely, “Miss, please wait a moment. The Apsara is being tried on by another customer. You might want to consider trying on another piece. The Apsara is a unique, limited edition.”

“I’m only interested in the Apsara. I’ll wait,” Aliza responded, eyeing the other gowns on display. They were all beautifully made, but none seemed as spectacular as the Apsara.

Alerted by the noise, the designer stepped out of the lounge and approached Aliza with courtesy. “Miss, the Apsara might not suit you. Maybe you’d like to consider some of our other designs, like this one, which is equally stunning.” The designer, renowned for outfitting the spouses of global leaders, dedicated herself to her art without pandering to affluent customers as some shop owners might.

Aliza frowned at the pink dress presented by the designer. “How could this simple, unremarkable dress be suitable for me?”

“The Apsara was not initially meant for sale; it demands very specific body dimensions. Unfortunately, it doesn’t fit most,” the designer said.noveldrama

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