My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 694

Chapter 694:

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Before Carrie could speak, Marina quickly raised a finger to her lips, signaling her to stay quiet.

Confused but cooperative, Carrie followed Marina back to the lounge area.

In a hushed tone, Marina explained, “Aliza’s trying on the Apsara dress outside.” Realizing Marina’s intent to witness whatever drama might unfold, Carrie gave a resigned nod and murmured, “Alright.”

Looking uneasy, Marina said, “You knew Aliza was manipulating me earlier. I was wrong.”

Carrie said generously, “You’ve made your apology. Let’s not dwell on it anymore. We should move forward.”

Hearing this, Marina’s respect for Carrie deepened.

Catching a glimpse of Carrie in the purple gown, Marina realized it suited Carrie far better than it ever had her.

With a hint of regret, Marina replied, “I’m giving up on coordinating our outfits. This isn’t about matching—it’s like comparing a polished Instagram photo to everyday reality.”

Kristopher, overhearing, asked, “What’s going on with the Morrison family? Have your standards dropped? Your fashion sense seems to have taken a hit.”

Carrie regarded him critically. “Mr. Norris, do you consider your taste to be the international standard? Just because you don’t favor something doesn’t make it tasteless.”

Her gaze shifted toward Aliza, who was outside, and she quietly snorted. “Judging by the people you surround yourself with, I’d say your taste isn’t exactly perfect either.”

Kristopher’s lips curled into a teasing smirk. “Feeling a little jealous, are we?” he suggested playfully.

Carrie’s response was cold. “Sorry, revisiting past affairs isn’t on my agenda.”

𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Observing their interaction, which carried a faint air of flirtation, Daxton felt an uncomfortable stir.

Carrie usually displayed a softer, more accommodating demeanor around him—quite unlike the cold tone she was using now.

Smoothly interrupting, Daxton commented, “This style is quite versatile. It’s perfect for everyday wear.”

Kyson expressed his admiration clearly. “Ms. Campbell, you truly shine in anything you wear. The outfits don’t make you stylish; it’s your charisma that brings style to the outfits. You could make even a potato sack look fashionable.”

Kristopher glanced at him and said, “Mr. Webster, playing the nice guy, I see. Hoarding all the compliments for yourself?”

Meanwhile, Aliza emerged wearing the gown.

Her shorter frame and smaller bust left the top of the dress hanging loosely, while her slightly fuller waist caused the fabric to stretch tightly.

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