My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 628

Chapter 628:

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In the next room, dishes arrived one after another, their aromas mingling in the air. Reece leaned forward, his fork hovering over Carrie’s plate as he placed a slice of steak onto it. “Try this smoked slow-roasted steak,” he urged with a grin.

The dish was beautifully crafted. A whole cut of beef, trimmed and seasoned with yellow mustard, coarse salt, and black pepper, had been slow-cooked to perfection. Wrapped and baked until medium rare, it was then unwrapped, roasted openly, and spritzed with apple vinegar for an extra tang.

Carrie took a bite. Her expression remained neutral. There was nothing remarkable about the flavor.

Definitely not worth its extravagant $699 price tag.

Once again, she couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer profitability of business in Isonridge.

Still, she couldn’t dampen Reece’s enthusiasm. “It’s delicious,” she said with a polite smile.

Reece’s grin widened. “There’s plenty more where that came from. While you’re in Isonridge, I’ll introduce you to all the best culinary spots.”

He paused, his tone shifting to something more serious. “Are you planning to build your career here? There’s not much left for you in Orkset. If you come back to Isonridge, our family can finally be together.”

Carrie had just lifted her fork to pick up a piece of green vegetable. She paused at his words. “I’ll think about it,” she said, lowering her gaze. “My company is just starting to find its footing. It’s hard to step away now.”

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Reece leaned in slightly, his brows furrowing in concern. “Why take on everything yourself? I’ve got experienced people under me who can run a media company blindfolded. They could handle it for you. This way, you can have time and strength for other engagements.”

She hesitated but finally nodded. “Alright. I’ll think about it and let you know.”

Her noncommittal response didn’t seem to dampen Reece’s mood. He beamed, piling more food onto her plate.

Carrie looked down at the small mountain of dishes before her and sighed, half in exasperation, half in fondness. “Reece, I’m not a kid anymore. I can serve myself, you know. You should eat too.”

Reece’s expression softened as he chuckled. “You’ll always be our little princess, Carrie. You don’t have to do everything alone. Coming back to the Morrison family means living like a princess.”

Carrie felt a faint warmth bloom in her chest. Though they were cousins, Reece had always treated her with a genuine brotherly affection, and she cherished that bond deeply.

As they ate and the conversation flowed, Reece leaned back slightly and asked, almost offhandedly, “Carrie, do you play the piano?”

She shrugged, reaching for her glass of water. “A little. But I’m not very good. My grandfather passed away when I was young, so I had to learn from a local teacher.”

Reece nodded thoughtfully. “When your grandfather left, he took a piano with him. It’s said that if it were to be auctioned now, it could fetch millions. I’ve always wondered what happened to it.”

Carrie froze, her hand tightening around her glass. Memories of her grandmother’s house flickered in her mind—the plain, unassuming piano tucked into a corner of the sitting room. Slowly, she ventured, “Was it… a black upright piano? With a gold M logo on it?”

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