My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 847

Chapter 847:

Kyson was taken aback. He had always believed that, after experiencing so much, Carrie would have been hardened by life. Yet, somehow, she had preserved a quiet innocence within her.

A line from a book he once read surfaced in his mind—”Emerging from adversity without losing purity.”

He had always dismissed it as overly idealistic. How could someone walk through life’s storms without being changed by them? But now, looking at Carrie, he realized that such a person did exist. And she had walked into his life.

She was like a warm glow in the cold, dark corners of his world, a reminder that there was still beauty and hope in simplicity.

Silently, he clenched his fist and made a quiet resolution—to keep her close.

Carrie selected a watermelon using Kyson’s method, then looked up at him. “Do you want to cut it open now and see if I chose correctly?” The shopkeeper, who had been watching with amusement, smiled and added, “If it’s not sweet, you can exchange it for another one, free of charge.”

her head. “I won’t cut it open. I want to save it for tomorrow. It will

first time she had chosen a whole watermelon herself, and she wasn’t entirely confident. If it

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she spoke, she pointed to the apples Kyson had picked. “How much

first. She didn’t like owing anyone, no matter how small the

swiftly took the fruits to the scale herself. Spotting a bunch of bananas nearby,

pulled out

away, ready to take the bag of fruit, Kyson beat her to it, picking it up effortlessly. “You were faster at paying, but you won’t beat me at carrying

up at him and

that, they bid farewell to the shopkeeper and the little boy, walking slowly toward the entrance of the alley. The setting sun stretched their

Sometimes, it’s okay to let others take care of you. Before, you had to be alone, and you needed absolute independence. But now it’s different. You

say “me” but caught himself at the last moment. Carrie simply smiled and responded with a

hear the detachment in her voice—the way she accepted his words, but not