My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 950:

A mere five-hundred-meter walk stretched into nearly ten minutes. Finally, Kyson came to a stop in front of a small, understated shop. He turned to her with a rare hint of excitement. “We’re here.”

Carrie looked up. A wooden signboard hung above the entrance, decorated with an illustration of crabs and noodles. The rich, savory scent of crab roe filled the air, making her stomach tighten with unexpected hunger.

Inside, Kyson led her to a table by the window and gestured for her to sit. “You like crabs, don’t you? You have to try the crab roe noodles here. The portions are huge.”

Carrie blinked in surprise. “How did you know I like crabs?” It wasn’t exactly a secret, but after moving to Isonridge, she had never mentioned it to anyone. Even Marina, her closest friend here, hadn’t heard her talk about it. Had her cousins told him?

Kyson noticed the slight furrow in Carrie’s brow and chuckled. “Relax, your cousins didn’t spill your little secrets.”

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felt exposed, as if he had read her thoughts too easily. Her first instinct was to deny it,

“If you pay attention, you don’t need anyone to tell you things—you just notice.” As he spoke, he picked up the teapot and poured her a cup of tea. “Every time you eat out, if there’s crab on the table—whether it’s stir-fried, sashimi, or steamed—you always reach for it. That tells me you don’t just like a specific dish; you love crab itself.

evidence to confirm that yet, so I didn’t dare take you straight to a seafood

Carrie’s initial discomfort faded.

her, but there was nothing wrong with

enjoy spicy food. We should plan a meal together

Kyson smoothly cut in,

he said, gesturing for her to drink. “It’s their special ginger tea. It doesn’t have that sharp spiciness ginger usually has—just a mild,

then let her unfinished words slip away. There would always be other opportunities to tell him about her and Daxton. Since Kyson

took a sip. The ginger tea was indeed unique—delicate, smooth, with a gentle warmth that lingered on

spoke, the waiter returned with