My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 937

Chapter 937:

But before Alethea could dwell further on her thoughts, Kyson spoke. His voice was calm, but his words carried a quiet firmness.

“Yes, Marina and Carrie are very close. Not just Marina, our entire family is very fond of Carrie.”

He emphasized the words “entire family,” making his stance crystal clear. His tone had also turned colder, his patience wearing thin.

Alethea’s fingers clenched slightly, but she forced herself to remain composed, swallowing her irritation.

However, before she could think of a way to salvage the moment, Kyson cut the conversation short.

“Miss Hinks, we’ve arrived at the banquet hall. Please, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be taking my leave.”

With a polite nod, he turned on his heel and walked away—toward Carrie—without even sparing Alethea a second glance.

Alethea’s entrance into the banquet hall drew considerable attention. Her chestnut curls had been meticulously styled, cascading over her shoulders and partially veiling her delicate collarbone. She wore an elegant white gown adorned with shimmering Akoya pearls, and matching strands of pearls graced her wrists and neck.

was perfectly round, their lustrous glow catching the light. There was truly an aura of wealth

from Egoshire had painted her as an unmatched beauty—flawless, ethereal, almost divine. But now, standing before them in person, she seemed… ordinary. The

beauty was striking—undeniable, effortless. And beside her,

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maintained their polite facades, their smiles carried the unmistakable air of

believing. Miss Hinks, you are

evident to anyone

at every turn. She was the golden girl—envied, adored, placed on a pedestal. But here, in Isonridge, their compliments felt perfunctory, almost patronizing. Her expression darkened, unable to mask her growing

what the Morrison family had hinted earlier, didn’t miss the way Alethea’s face twisted with displeasure. The subtle shift

words with the guests, Kelsey turned to Alethea and

barely registered the request. Her mind was elsewhere—flitting between Carrie and Kyson. Her eyes continuously scanned the room,

Kelsey led her to a seat. Once they were settled, Kelsey’s voice

happened

absentmindedly, her gaze still

Kelsey’s tone sharpened.