My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 957:

His smile deepened slightly before he quietly shut the door.noveldrama

Sliding into the driver’s seat, he reached for his phone just as it rang.

He glanced at the screen, then turned it toward her. “It’s Marina.” The casual way he showed her—reporting his calls as if they were already something more—felt strangely intimate. More than words, it blurred the lines between them.

Carrie blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “Okay,” she said absently.

Kyson answered the call. In the quiet of the car, Marina’s voice came through clearly. “Kyson, which designer made the dress you bought for Carrie last time? I need something nice for my best friend’s birthday party.”

His response was calm, indifferent. “That one’s not available. Pick another brand—I’ll cover the cost.”

There was a pause. Marina seemed momentarily stunned. Then, in an incredulous voice, she blurted out, “Did you not tell me because you didn’t want me showing up in a dress as gorgeous as Carrie’s? Are you really choosing Carrie over your sister?” She let out a huff of disbelief. “She’s not even your girlfriend yet, and you’re already abandoning me?”

Kyson cast a brief glance at Carrie, his voice gentle. “Don’t listen to Marina’s nonsense. Don’t overthink it.”

On the other end of the call, Marina realized she had misspoken. Her tone shifted as she quickly tried to explain, “Carrie, you’re there? I didn’t mean anything by it—I’m just used to talking to Kyson that way. It has nothing to do with you!”

Kyson let out a soft chuckle. “The designer I know isn’t taking any more orders—not because of personal favors, but because he prioritizes artistry over business. He doesn’t chase money; he chooses clients who can bring his designs to life.”

Marina scoffed. “Are you saying my figure isn’t good enough?”

Kyson’s response was matter-of-fact. “It’s not that yours isn’t good. It’s just that Carrie’s is… exceptionally perfect.”

A dramatic huff came through the speaker. “Fine! I’ll figure it out myself. You’re useless when it actually counts!”

Kyson sighed. “Out of all the brands and designers available, you couldn’t find a single dress you liked?”

“They told me last minute! What am I supposed to do—wear something off the rack? Half those dresses were sent to our house the moment they launched, I can’t be caught wearing something that’s already been seen!” Marina’s frustration grew with every word.

Carrie hesitated for a moment, then turned to Kyson. “I just received two gowns yesterday. Maybe Marina would like to take a look?”

Kyson relayed the message. “Did you hear that?”

“I heard!” Marina’s mood instantly lifted. “Kyson, give the phone to Carrie!”

Kyson let out a small, helpless smile before handing Carrie the phone. “You two figure it out. I’m not playing middleman.”

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