My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 940:

They had always valued her independence, encouraging her to pursue her own interests, free from unnecessary social obligations.

Carrie entered the restroom, but instead of touching up her makeup, she simply washed her hands. The space was quiet. Seeing that no one else was around, she decided to step out onto the outdoor terrace instead.

The night view of Isonridge stretched before her in breathtaking contrast—ancient architecture standing shoulder to shoulder with gleaming skyscrapers, the city’s rich history and rapid development blending seamlessly. From this vantage point, it was like watching time itself unfold.

A few elegant tables and chairs had been placed along the terrace for guests seeking a moment of respite. Carrie walked over, settling into one of the chairs. Almost immediately, a waiter approached, ready to take her order.

She ordered a glass of juice. As the waiter left, she crossed her legs, gazing at the city lights and allowing herself a rare moment of leisure. The night breeze carried a crisp chill, seeping into her skin. After a while, her bare legs started to feel numb. Just as she was debating whether to head back inside, a shadow fell over her. Before she could react, an expensive suit jacket was draped over her legs.

A faint, unfamiliar scent filled the air. Carrie stiffened. Lifting her gaze, she found herself staring into the face of an unfamiliar man.

“It’s windy out here,” he said smoothly.

“Be careful not to catch a cold.” He appeared to be in his thirties, with an ordinary look and a polite smile.

After placing the jacket over her, he took the seat beside her, maintaining a respectable distance.

His actions weren’t overtly inappropriate, yet something about him made Carrie uncomfortable.

gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈n – 𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖛𝓲𝖊𝖗𝓽

Instinctively, she reached for the suit, intending to return it. But before she could, a waiter arrived, carrying two glasses of champagne.

The man took one and handed the other to her.

“Ms. Campbell, I’ve been good friends with Kody for years. I’ve done quite a bit of business with the Morrison family. At your family recognition banquet, there were too many people around—I didn’t get a chance to speak with you. I didn’t expect to run into you here. Why aren’t you in the banquet hall?”

Hearing that he was her uncle’s acquaintance, Carrie lowered her guard slightly. She let go of the suit and accepted the glass of champagne he offered, though she didn’t drink it right away.

Instead, she cupped the stem of the glass with both hands and said, “The ballroom felt a little stuffy, so I stepped out for some fresh air. I was just about to head back.”

The man smiled.

“What a coincidence. I came out for the same reason. I’ve never been a fan of these social events.” He took a casual sip of his drink before raising his glass slightly toward her.

“This is a special champagne—it has a very unique taste.”

Carrie had only intended to take a polite sip before returning inside. But as she lifted the glass to her lips, the sharp scent of alcohol hit her nose. Her stomach twisted uncomfortably.

A deep nausea churned inside her, making her pause. Her brows knitted slightly as she hesitated.

The man noticed her reaction and let out a soft chuckle.

“Ms. Campbell, it’s just champagne. Very mild. You wouldn’t be so ungracious, would you?”

Carrie parted her lips to explain—

But before she could say another word, a slender hand reached over and plucked the glass from her grasp. A calm, unhurried voice followed.

“She’s allergic to alcohol. I’ll drink this for her.”noveldrama

Carrie looked up just in time to see Kristopher tilt his head back and down the champagne in one gulp.

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