My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 940

Chapter 940:

They had always valued her independence, encouraging her to pursue her own interests, free from unnecessary social obligations.

Carrie entered the restroom, but instead of touching up her makeup, she simply washed her hands. The space was quiet. Seeing that no one else was around, she decided to step out onto the outdoor terrace instead.

The night view of Isonridge stretched before her in breathtaking contrast—ancient architecture standing shoulder to shoulder with gleaming skyscrapers, the city’s rich history and rapid development blending seamlessly. From this vantage point, it was like watching time itself unfold.

A few elegant tables and chairs had been placed along the terrace for guests seeking a moment of respite. Carrie walked over, settling into one of the chairs. Almost immediately, a waiter approached, ready to take her order.

She ordered a glass of juice. As the waiter left, she crossed her legs, gazing at the city lights and allowing herself a rare moment of leisure. The night breeze carried a crisp chill, seeping into her skin. After a while, her bare legs started to feel numb. Just as she was debating whether to head back inside, a shadow fell over her. Before she could react, an expensive suit jacket was draped over her legs.

A faint, unfamiliar scent filled the air. Carrie stiffened. Lifting her gaze, she found herself staring into the face of an unfamiliar man.

“It’s windy out here,” he said smoothly.

“Be careful not to catch a cold.” He appeared to be in his thirties, with an ordinary look and a polite smile.

over her, he took the seat beside her, maintaining a respectable

weren’t overtly inappropriate, yet something about

gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈n – 𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖛𝓲𝖊𝖗𝓽

it. But before she could, a waiter arrived, carrying two

took one and handed the

Campbell, I’ve been good friends with Kody for years. I’ve done quite a bit of business with the Morrison family. At your family recognition banquet, there were too many people around—I didn’t get a chance to speak with you. I didn’t expect to run into you here. Why aren’t you in the

her guard slightly. She let go of the suit and accepted the glass of champagne he offered,

“The ballroom felt a little stuffy, so I stepped out for some fresh air. I

The man smiled.

never been a fan of these social events.” He took a

a special champagne—it

But as she lifted the glass to her lips, the sharp scent of alcohol

churned inside her, making her pause. Her brows knitted

her reaction and let

champagne. Very mild. You wouldn’t be so