My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 901

Chapter 901:

Their eyes met. Alethea quickly snapped out of her thoughts and forced a smile. Her voice was casual when she asked, “That dress is gorgeous. Which store is it from?”

Kyson’s gaze flickered toward the box again, his features softening almost imperceptibly. But Alethea saw it. The look in his eyes… it wasn’t just casual admiration. It was affection. And that realization stung.

“A designer I know made it,” Kyson said. “He’s not taking commercial orders anymore, so you probably can’t buy it.”

Alethea hesitated. Then, as casually as she could, she suggested, “Kyson, would you consider giving it to me? I didn’t bring many clothes with me to Isonridge,” she added quickly. “And I have a lot of social engagements coming up. I don’t have enough dresses to change into.”

Kyson shook his head apologetically. “I’m sorry, but I really can’t this time.” His voice was firm, though still polite. “I got it for a friend—she needs it for an awards ceremony. And the dress was tailored specifically for her, so it probably wouldn’t fit you. I will get you one when I can.”

word felt like

to convince herself that this was nothing more than a simple gesture—a business favor, an exchange of social currency. But then, she saw it. The way Kyson’s gaze softened as he looked

she understood exactly what he meant. Her gaze flickered back to the box. The dress had a plunging neckline and a narrow waist, which meant the woman who would be wearing it wasn’t just elegant, but slim and well-proportioned.

name flashed through her mind. Carrie. Alethea’s

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the conversation. “I’ll be leaving now,” he said, adjusting his watch. “I’ll keep this in mind, though. If I get the chance, I’ll ask my friend

a step back, clearing the way for his car. “Thank you,

“He really doesn’t take orders anymore. He only made this one as

smile. “It’s okay. Don’t bother if it’s too much

alone in the driveway. The warmth in her

single autumn leaf fluttered down from a nearby tree, landing gently on her

delicate veins as if contemplating something. Then, with slow precision, she tore the leaf in half. Her lips curled into a