My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 179

Chapter 179:

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Prompted by Kailee’s inquiry, all eyes suddenly shifted towards Carrie, awaiting her response.

Carrie pressed her lips into a thin line, hesitating for a moment.

Kailee’s chest swelled with triumph, misinterpreting Carrie’s hesitation as a sign of retreat. Worried that Carrie might evade the moment, Kailee tightened her grip and tugged her toward the piano, offering mock encouragement. “Carrie, since you’ve prepared this gift, it must be something you’re confident about. Take your time—we’re all so eager to hear it.”

Albin blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected Kailee to press Carrie into performing so openly. He felt a twinge of guilt as he realized his earlier display had inadvertently cornered Carrie into an awkward position. Running a hand through his hair, he scrambled for a way to defuse the situation. “I had no idea Carrie and I prepared the same gift. How about I just present it for her?” he offered, hoping to shield her from the spotlight.

Carrie remained silent, her expression unreadable, as though considering Albin’s offer. Kailee’s smile brightened. “Present it for her? That would be a bit… disrespectful, don’t you think?” Her eyes gleamed as she cut off the chance of Carrie slipping away. “Come on, Albin, be generous. I’m sure you won’t mind if Carrie steals your spotlight,” she teased.

Turning to Carrie, she added with a sugary tone, “Isn’t that right, Carrie?”

Carrie finally spoke, slow and steady, betraying no emotion. “Yes, the gift I prepared for Mrs. Norris is a piano piece.”

Albin moved quickly, pulling out a chair for Carrie before slipping over to Kristopher’s side. His voice dropped to a low murmur. “Aren’t you going to help Carrie out of this?”

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Kristopher didn’t respond right away. Instead, he reached into his pocket, retrieved a cigarette, and lit it with deliberate calm.

For a moment, Carrie hesitated, her fingers hovering above the keys as though reacquainting herself with an old friend.

Kailee’s grin stretched wide, barely able to contain her glee. She could already envision Carrie becoming the punchline of every high-society gathering after tonight. Suppressing a snicker, Kailee pulled out her phone, switching to camera mode to document what she was certain would be Carrie’s humiliation.

The opening notes were soft and unassuming, a gentle melody that flowed effortlessly under Carrie’s fingers. Kailee’s ears caught nothing noteworthy, and the murmurs of the crowd mirrored her disinterest.

“She knows her way around a piano,” someone murmured. “But after Mr. Murray’s performance, this feels… lackluster.”

It wasn’t the disaster some had hoped for, but neither did it captivate the crowd. But Carrie remained unbothered, utterly engrossed in her performance. Her focus was unwavering, her posture refined—her long neck and poised shoulders forming an elegant silhouette that carried down to her arms. Her fingers glided over the keys with a grace that resembled swans in motion, fluid and mesmerizing.

No one could deny the sheer beauty of the image she created. Her poise alone dispelled any notion of her small-town upbringing, radiating a refinement that seemed almost innate. The graceful elegance she exuded felt more like the legacy of a family with generations of refinement.

Melany’s expression shifted, and she glanced at Shawn. Their eyes locked, a shared look of surprise passing silently between them.

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