My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 690

Chapter 690:

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“It looks good,” Carrie said simply, not wanting to discourage her. Marina seemed pleased but wasn’t done.

“There’s another dress in this color but with a slightly different style. How about we wear—”

Matching outfits?” Carrie blinked, caught off guard. Matching outfits? When had they become this close?

Without waiting for a response, Marina held up the alternate dress, waving it in front of Carrie. “Doesn’t this look great?”

Kristopher’s gaze, however, never left Carrie. His eyes softened as he watched her, a flicker of something unspoken in his expression. Noticing this, Daxton shifted subtly, stepping between them to block Kristopher’s view. He handed the dress Marina had chosen to a shop assistant and said to Carrie, “It really does look nice. If you like it, I’ll buy it for you as a gift.”

Daxton wanted to push the limits and see if Carrie would accept his gesture in front of Kristopher. Sometimes, a debt becomes so heavy that no amount of repayment can ever balance the scales. And that was precisely what he intended.

But before Carrie could respond, Kristopher held up a different dress, his voice calm but deliberate. “This one suits you better.” The dress in his hand was a masterpiece—a champagne base adorned with intricate crimson and indigo patterns inspired by ancient murals. Sequins, pearls, and gemstones formed delicate petals, catching the light in dazzling brilliance.

The dress had been hidden behind them, unnoticed until now. But the moment Carrie’s eyes fell on it, she couldn’t look away.

She genuinely liked it.

While her wardrobe already held a few purple pieces, it wasn’t because she was particularly attached to the color. It was simply that purple happened to suit her best out of all the options she had.

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However, she didn’t like the feeling that Kristopher knew her so well.

Carrie quickly turned her gaze, her tone cool and dismissive. “Do all CEOs think they know best? You assume everything has to be what you think. I don’t like flashy styles like this. The purple dress is better.”

Her words were firm, but the brief flicker of interest in her eyes hadn’t gone unnoticed—by Kristopher, Daxton, or Kyson. Only Marina, blissfully oblivious, remained focused on twinning outfits.

Daxton handed the purple dress to the shop assistant. “Wrap it up,” he said with a smile.

“The Apsara was made for an elegant figure like yours.” The boutique designer had come downstairs after overhearing the commotion. Her eyes lit up as she took in Carrie’s appearance. “I didn’t want to open a shop before because my designs are unlike others. Most clothing is made for people to choose, but my designs choose the person. And you, Ms. Campbell, are the only one who can do ‘Apsara’ justice.”

Carrie smiled politely, her tone apologetic. “Thank you for the compliment, but I think the patterns are a bit too flamboyant for me.”

The designer, unfazed by her rejection, smiled warmly. “That’s understandable. But why not try it on? You might find it looks entirely different when you’re wearing it.”

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