My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 951:

The table was lined with small plates—one filled with pure crab roe, another with roe stir-fried alongside tender crab meat, and several others containing different preparations of crab. The presentation was exquisite.

Carrie picked up her fork, lifted a portion of noodles, and took a bite. The moment it touched her tongue, the deep umami of crab roe blended with the sweetness of the fresh crab meat, spreading across her taste buds. The seasoning was minimal, allowing the natural flavors to shine.

The noodles themselves were fresh, handmade, and perfectly chewy. After the initial burst of crab roe, the delicate wheat fragrance of the noodles followed, creating a well-balanced taste.

Curious, she sampled the different crab dishes. There was steamed claw meat, served with a drizzle of fragrant vinegar that enhanced its natural sweetness. Another plate contained stir-fried crab meat, rich and glistening with oil. A third dish presented crab baked with cheese, a fusion of creamy indulgence and delicate seafood flavors.

As she ate, a thought surfaced, unbidden. She recalled the days she had spent peeling shrimp and crabs for Kristopher, believing such small gestures held meaning. But now, sitting here, she understood why he had never been moved. Wealthy people never needed to peel their own crabs. In their world, everything was prepared, refined, effortless. Those small, sentimental gestures that might warm the hearts of ordinary people held little significance for them.

People often said that wealth nurtured romance, but in reality, the comforts of privilege dulled the very emotions that made romance meaningful.

The realization left a bitter taste in her mouth. The thought of Kristopher suddenly caused the noodles to lose flavor.

Kyson noticed Carrie suddenly pause, her fork hovering over her plate. He set down his own and asked gently, “Are you full?”

“Hmm?” Carrie snapped out of her thoughts. “No, just taking a break.”

Kyson poured her another cup of tea and slid it toward her. “Alright. No rush.”

gⱯlnσν𝓮ℓs․𝒸о𝗺 opens doors to wonder

At that moment, a little girl carrying a basket of flowers passed by the entrance. She peeked through the glass and caught Carrie watching her.

Seizing the opportunity, she turned to Kyson with a bright smile. “Sir, would you like to buy a bouquet for this lady?”

The girl’s basket held an unusual type of flower—its purple petals fanned out gracefully with a mysterious charm. Carrie had never seen such a beautiful purple hue.

Their satin-like sheen caught the light, while the wavy, irregular edges added an effortless allure.

It was the first time Carrie had seen flowers like these. She couldn’t help but remark, “What kind of flower is that? It’s so beautiful.”

Without a word, Kyson rose from his seat and walked outside.

Carrie didn’t stop him. She knew that children selling flowers late at night were often from modest backgrounds. While she hadn’t intended for him to buy her flowers, she wouldn’t object to a simple act of kindness.noveldrama

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