My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 952:

Kyson approached the little girl and pulled out five hundred dollars from his wallet. “I’ll take them all,” he said.

The girl eagerly held out the basket, but Kyson shook his head with a faint smile. “Keep them. Give them to someone you’d like, and head home soon. It’s late, and it’s not safe for a child to be out alone.”

The girl beamed. “Thank you, sir!” With that, she clutched the money and skipped away—without leaving behind a single flower.noveldrama

Carrie was momentarily stunned. Had Kyson truly just wanted to do a good deed, with no intention of buying her flowers? Not even one for her?

She had already imagined different ways to respond after accepting the flower, but now it seemed she had been overthinking.

𝐿𝖆𝙩𝑒𝓼𝓉 сհ𝖆ρ𝑡𝓮𝓇𝘀 g𝖆ⅼ𝓃𝗈ν𝓮𝗅𝓈[.]ⅽ𝑜𝗆

Yet, she was no longer the naive young woman she once was. After everything she had been through, she was certain that Kyson harbored some feelings for her—at least to some extent.

So why would a man who liked her pass up such a perfect opportunity? Most men would use gestures like this to subtly express their interest, even under the guise of kindness. And most women wouldn’t refuse flowers offered in such a way.

Carrie couldn’t understand what Kyson was up to. Was he just one of those guys who never understood how to court a woman? She quickly dismissed the thought. If that were the case, how had he been so observant about her eating habits and preferences?

The whole thing was puzzling. No matter how she looked at it, it didn’t make sense.

After saying goodbye to the little girl, Kyson returned without a word about the flowers. Instead, he silently pulled out his phone and sent a message.

Carrie was too embarrassed to question it, worried that bringing it up might make her seem like she had really wanted the flowers. So, she turned her attention back to her meal. But there wasn’t much left, and after just a few bites, her plate was empty.

Kyson glanced at her and asked, “Are you full?”

“Yes,” Carrie nodded, wiping her mouth.

Without hesitation, Kyson signaled for the waiter to bring the bill. When Carrie caught a glimpse of the total, she realized the meal wasn’t cheap—over two thousand dollars per set. Still, considering that each set included ten hairy crabs, it was actually quite reasonable compared to Michelin-starred dishes, where a single plate could cost just as much. These noodles, at least, felt like they were worth the price.

Carrie followed Kyson out of the restaurant, her footsteps light as she walked beside him. Just as she was about to speak, Kyson glanced at his phone, then suddenly turned to her. “I have an event tomorrow, but I’m missing a tie. Would you help me pick one?”

Carrie blinked in surprise, then nodded. “Sure.” This was a good opportunity, she thought. If she chose a tie and bought it for him, it would be a small way to repay his kindness.

Kyson led her to a menswear store. Carrie hesitated at the entrance, recognizing the brand—it was a second-tier international light luxury label, not quite in the league of the truly high-end designers.

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