My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 840

Chapter 840:

Kristopher stopped by one of them. He wasn’t sure why—he just found himself staring at the board. The game was at a stalemate. He studied the pieces, his mind automatically analyzing the best next move. His hand almost reached out to place a piece.

The old man across the table noticed and chuckled. “Young man, it’s polite to watch without interfering.” The old man tapped the board. “If you know how to play, you can have a match with me next.”

Kristopher pulled his hand back, slightly surprised. Since when did he care about old men playing chess?

He almost laughed at himself. But what was the alternative? If he left now, he’d have to deal with Aliza. Or the Herrera family.

So, without another word, he pulled over a small wooden stool, wiped it with a wet wipe, and sat down in his expensive suit.

Meanwhile, Carrie had just finished lunch. She gathered the herbs Doris had prepared for her and said her goodbyes.

Stepping out of the gate, she wasn’t in a hurry. But after only a few steps, she stopped. Her eyes landed on a familiar figure sitting on the side of the road.

she seeing things? She

a formal suit. His

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him, watching as he

stared. She had seen that expression before. Back when they were married, she used to love watching him work. Whenever he was deep in thought—his brows slightly furrowed, his

business

there, the old alleyway behind him no longer looked worn down. Instead, it looked

the medicine

game. He looked

pieces and instinctively stood up. The elderly man, seeing Kristopher prepare to leave, quickly grabbed his wrist. “Hold on, young man, don’t go just yet! Play another round with me. I got distracted last game,

met such a challenging player in a long while

time! It’s obvious

perceptive to Kristopher’s distracted look, taunted, “This young man’s got love on his

excellent taste, young man. She’s as lovely as my wife back in the day. Go on then. Come back for a game of chess whenever you’re free.” His voice carried a trace of