My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 646:

Upon entering the gymnasium, Carrie found Arion already there, greeting her with a coffee in hand. “Carrie, how come you arrived after me?”

“I got delayed because I got lost and had to ask for directions,” she said, sipping her coffee, perfectly sweetened. The Morrisons always remembered how she liked her drinks.

Hitting his forehead with his palm, Arion expressed his oversight, saying, “Shoot, I forgot you weren’t familiar with the way.”

“It’s okay, I managed,” Carrie reassured him, smiling. “I’m off to watch the auditions now. If you find yourself getting restless, go ahead and look around. We can catch up over dinner later.”

“Sounds good, I’ll catch a few games. I’ve yet to start ranking in the new season,” Arion said, settling beneath the basketball hoop and pulling out his phone.

newcomers. Deciding to lead by example, she assumed the role of the female protagonist. Facing the group, she asked, “Who’s

unison. Carrie’s reputation for stellar performances preceded her, earning accolades even from Asher, which intimidated anyone thinking

me?” Arion, who had been distracted by his phone, noticed the awkward silence. He quickly put down his bags, raised his hand, and stepped forward, concerned that Carrie might feel

narrowing with skepticism. “Since when did you get into

as if to emphasize his point. “And for the record, I am

pout forming on her lips. “You look so youthful, though. If we walked down the street together,

playful bickering, a faint smile tugging at her lips. It was almost nostalgic. Not too long ago, Camille and Albin had

a fleeting ache, bittersweet and heavy. So much had happened in such a short

shook her head, banishing the creeping sentimentality, and mustered a bright smile. “Alright, big brother,”

just two readings left the crew stunned, and his acting

the Morrison family had dismissed him as little more than a pampered rich kid,