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.”

But before she could 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 gift box from Carrie’s hands. “No matter what

blinked in surprise, caught between

smoothly. “You can try on the dress anytime, but your health is

of satisfaction flickered in his eyes. They stood on

Both men followed at the same time. Kyson

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eyes flickered toward him, but he said nothing—only lowered himself into the seat across from Carrie. He reached for a delicate jar, placed it beside her bowl, and spoke smoothly. “I didn’t add sugar. If it tastes too

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

eyes lit up. The warm, creamy texture glided over her tongue, perfectly balanced—not too overpowering, not

It awakened her appetite. Without thinking, she continued eating, her attention now fully

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