My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 704:

Ignoring Daxton’s pointed response, Kristopher sampled a spoonful of the soup Daxton had served. A frown flickered across his face as he set it aside. “It’s just a traditional spicy soup,” he remarked, his tone dismissive. “Overcomplicated with unnecessary garnishes. Sometimes the original simplicity is far more valuable.”

Carrie caught the underlying meaning in his words but couldn’t immediately decipher his intent.

Kristopher glanced at his phone briefly, his expression unreadable, before switching off the screen.

With deliberate calm, he picked up a wet wipe, dabbed at the corners of his mouth, and rose to his feet. “Enjoy your meal. I have to go now.” As he spoke, his gaze briefly grazed Daxton before settling on Carrie. The room remained silent, the tension palpable. Only Kyson responded, his tone polite but his posture deliberately relaxed as he stayed seated.

“Norris, you’ve barely eaten. Are you sure you wouldn’t like more?”

His question was courteous, but the undertone was clear—he wasn’t yielding to Kristopher. Kyson knew the Norris family didn’t carry the weight the Webster family did.

Humility wasn’t an asset when vying for Carrie’s attention, especially against a rival. His subtle defiance was a calculated move to remind Kristopher of his standing.

Kristopher’s lips curled into a faint smile, though it lacked warmth. “No, thank you. I’ve got pressing matters elsewhere.”

To Carrie, he wasn’t leaving because of pressing matters.

He was leaving because his work here—stirring tension and making everyone uncomfortable—was done.

Unbothered by the friction, Carrie acted as though Kristopher wasn’t even in the room. Her tone was light as she said, “There’s still so much food. Let’s not waste it. Everyone, dig in.”

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Daxton seized the moment, his voice casual but directed at Carrie. “The flavors here in Isonridge are generally mild. If you’re craving something spicier, I can take you out for hotpot later.”

Carrie smiled faintly. “I’m not picky. The food here is good.” As she spoke, she scooped a spoonful of green beans onto her rice, maintaining her composed demeanor.

Marina’s eyes lit up at the mention of hotpot. “Spicy food? You like spicy food?” She turned to Carrie excitedly, her tone almost conspiratorial. “My brother loves spicy food too. He knows all the best hotpot spots in the city, even the hidden gems. The rest of our family can’t handle the heat, but you two could be perfect dining buddies.”

As she spoke, Marina reached over to tug her brother’s sleeve, winking meaningfully. “Isn’t that right, Kyson?”

Kyson gave a small smile, catching on to her attempt. “It’s rare to meet another spicy food enthusiast here. Ms. Campbell, if you’re interested, we could explore a few places together sometime.”

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