My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 777:

His blood roared in his ears, and the unfamiliar sensation burned under his skin.

Thankfully, Marina was still inside.

He took deep breaths, regaining his calm, and strode ahead, ignoring Aliza completely.

Inside the room, Carrie exhaled and turned around—only to find Kyson still standing there. Her gaze darted toward Marina, silently pleading for a lifeline.

But Marina was blissfully unaware, lounging on the sofa with a cup of yogurt in hand, leisurely scrolling through her phone.

The steam in the room swirled around them, the dim lighting casting a golden glow over everything. It was warm, intimate, almost suffocating.

Carrie had only ever been with Kristopher and had very few male friends. She had never been with another man in such a private space—especially while wearing nothing but a swimsuit. Her fingers curled slightly, the fabric of her robe bunched in her grip.

Sensing her discomfort, Kyson gave a small smile.

“I was just here to drop off Marina,” he said, his voice casual but laced with something softer.

“I’ll be heading out now.”

He reached for the door handle, just as she dropped her hand from it.

Their hands brushed.

His skin was warm—strong yet gentle, a contrast to the cool metal beneath their fingertips.

The contact was fleeting, but it sent a jolt up her arm, startling her enough to withdraw her hand as if burned.

A flicker of something unreadable passed through Kyson’s eyes—disappointment? Amusement? Whatever it was, he masked it well. With an easygoing nod, he pulled the door open and stepped out without another word.

Carrie let out a quiet exhale, pressing a hand to her temple.

The interruption had ruined whatever excitement she had for the evening. Still, she forced herself to smile, playing along as Marina and Jenesis enjoyed the rest of their time.noveldrama

Time flew by, and soon it was the day of the Morrison family’s family banquet.

The grand estate of the Morrison family stretched over thirty thousand square meters—a domain so vast it resembled a private kingdom more than a villa.

Perched on the outskirts of Isonridge, the estate’s grandeur rivaled that of a castle, complete with towering spires, a sprawling racecourse, and an endless forest that merged into the distant mountains.

A state-of-the-art security system guarded every inch of the property, ensuring that any uninvited guest wouldn’t make it past the perimeter. All the guests invited that day were given a one-time entry card.

The Morrison family rarely hosted events here—only on the most prestigious of occasions, such as the family head’s birthday or the inauguration of the Music Association chairman.

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