My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 903

Chapter 903:

He turned to Kyson, his expression pleasant but unreadable. “Mr. Webster, would you like some porridge? I made it for Carrie.”

Kyson’s lips quirked at the deliberate wording. But he simply responded, “Thank you, Mr. Garcia, but coffee is fine.” He picked up the cup and took a sniff, his voice smooth as he added, “It smells great, by the way. Thank you for the coffee.”

Daxton turned and walked into the kitchen, leaving Kyson alone with Carrie. Kyson pulled out a beautifully wrapped gift box and held it out to her. “Why don’t you try it on and see if it fits?”

Carrie hesitated, her eyes lingering on the box. It wasn’t just about whether it fit. The designer Kyson knew was undoubtedly extraordinary—and a custom piece from him would be priceless. “Kyson, this is too much.”

Before she could finish, Kyson simply stuffed the box into her arms. “If you’re still being polite with me, then you’re not treating me like a friend.”

Carrie sighed inwardly. She had no choice but to accept. “Thank you.”

take a step, Daxton returned. Carrying a steaming bowl of oatmeal porridge, he placed it on the dining table. Without missing a beat, he walked over and casually took the

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chuckled lightly. “Mr. Garcia is right,” he agreed smoothly. “You can try on the dress anytime,

of satisfaction flickered in his eyes. They stood on either side of Carrie, both towering over her like two

the dining table. Both men followed at the same time. Kyson took the lead, pulling out her chair for

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seat across from Carrie. He reached for a delicate jar, placed it beside her bowl,

before her. It was simple, yet beautifully made—a creamy oatmeal base, with golden nuts sprinkled over

spoon, took a small bite, and her eyes lit up. The warm, creamy texture glided over her tongue,

anything all day, and this first spoonful? It awakened her appetite. Without thinking, she continued eating, her attention

acted as though Kyson didn’t exist. His eyes were soft, watching Carrie eat with quiet satisfaction. Every now and then, he glanced down at his phone, casually replying