My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 99:

Kailee acquiesced reluctantly, casting a final, hesitant glance at the dispersing crowd before lowering her head and following Billie.

The party was winding down, and it seemed increasingly unlikely that Albin would make an appearance.

Just outside the hotel, Carrie and Soren emerged precisely as the driver pulled the sleek vehicle to the curb. Soren approached the car, opening the door with a gallant flourish. “My beautiful lady,” he invited smoothly, “might I have the honor of escorting you to the new revolving restaurant? You’ve hardly eaten this evening, so consider this my humble apology for not providing adequate care.”

Carrie stood resolute. She began directly, “Soren, you’re well aware of my circumstances. Kristopher and I remain legally married, and I’m merely establishing myself in the entertainment industry. My professional aspirations are paramount. With the internet’s pervasive nature, even the slightest suggestion can metastasize into sensationalized narratives. A single photograph could spawn countless speculative stories. I believe maintaining professional distance serves both our interests and protects the integrity of our upcoming project.”

Soren’s smile carried a hint of regret. “I profoundly admire you and would genuinely enjoy a friendship. However, you’ve articulated the complexities perfectly. Perhaps when you’ve achieved the pinnacle of stardom, such rumors will lose their potency…”

Carrie completed his thought seamlessly. “Then I’ll certainly invite you to the revolving restaurant. We’ll watch the snow and moonlight, discussing scriptwriting and our shared literary passions.”noveldrama

“I have absolute faith that day will arrive,” Soren responded sincerely.

After exchanging final courtesies, Soren offered to escort her home.

Carrie declined, brandishing her phone. “I’ll simply arrange a taxi,” she stated definitively.

Across the street, Yara, accompanying her parents while shopping and growing restless during her mother’s clothing trials, had momentarily slipped away to purchase a beverage. Unexpectedly, she spotted Carrie with an elegantly attired gentleman.

Though unable to discern his facial features, the ostentatious Rolls-Royce nearby suggested considerable wealth and social standing.

Yara yearned to approach them, but the street pulsed with constant, chaotic traffic.

By the time the pedestrian signal turned green, Carrie, the mysterious man, and the luxurious vehicle had vanished—leaving behind only a trace of intrigue.

Furious, Yara hurled her juice to the ground, her temper boiling over.

“Yara, what’s with the outburst?” Tristan’s voice broke through her frustration as he approached, his face a mixture of concern and indulgence.

Yara stared at the blur of honking cars and rushing headlights, her frustration bubbling over. “I just saw Carrie with some guy driving a Rolls-Royce,” she snapped, her voice tinged with irritation.

Tristan’s brow furrowed, suspicion flickering in his eyes. “Was it Kristopher? Maybe they’ve patched things up after all.”

After his last terse call with Carrie, Tristan had pulled a few strings to discreetly check her marital records at the court. To his surprise, there was no trace of divorce proceedings. He chalked up her talk of separation to a fit of temper, thinking reconciliation was inevitable.

Yara let out a scornful laugh. “No! It wasn’t Kristopher. I couldn’t get a good look at the guy’s face, but he had this ridiculous white hair. Definitely not Kristopher.”

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