My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 700

Chapter 700:

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“Hello, again,” Kristopher greeted smoothly, as if this were the most natural encounter in the world.

Carrie clenched her teeth, her annoyance rising. “You’re not going to tell me this is another coincidence, are you?”

Kristopher’s lips curved into a faint smile, his tone light. “Well, it’s lunchtime, isn’t it? Isn’t it normal to eat during lunchtime? Lunchtime is universal, after all.”

“There are dozens of restaurants around here,” Carrie snapped, crossing her arms. “And yet, you just happen to pick this one?”

Kristopher feigned a moment of realization, nodding thoughtfully. “You’re right, there are so many restaurants. The fact that we ended up at the same one must mean we have some sort of unspoken connection.”

Carrie was speechless, her irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

Beside her, Marina leaned close to Kyson, her voice low but teasing. “I didn’t think Kristopher was so persistent. No wonder he managed to marry Carrie back then. Bro, you should take notes from your predecessor.”

Carrie shot them a sharp look but said nothing.

The two of them were whispering about her right next to her. Did they think she couldn’t hear them?

The waiter repeated the question, “Sir, do you have a reservation?”

Carrie, unfazed by the situation, said calmly, “Mr. Norris, do you have a reservation?”

Kristopher pointed at Carrie, his smile widening. “You see, we know each other. There are only two of us. We can share a room with them.”

Before Carrie could react, Kristopher strode confidently toward her.

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Carrie stepped forward, blocking the doorway with her arm. “Absolutely not. Who said you could join us? I don’t agree!”

Turning to the waiter, she added firmly, “I don’t know him, and I don’t agree to share a room. Please ask him to leave.”

Before the waiter could respond, a group of students passed by the entrance, their chatter loud and animated. “Do you guys know the actress Carrie? She’s been super popular lately!” one of them exclaimed.

The students buzzed with excitement, their conversation revolving around Agarwood. Every word they spoke carried admiration for Carrie, their idol. Perhaps the heat was too oppressive, as the group paused under the shade of a sprawling tree near the Listen Academy’s entrance.

Carrie hadn’t expected to run into her fans here, and their delighted chatter made her shift uneasily.

Kristopher, standing nearby, felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Though he never put much stock in superstition, some moments made him question his beliefs. Destiny, he always thought, was forged by one’s own efforts, not gifted by the heavens.

And yet, with Carrie, he found himself leaning on intangibles—small coincidences, fleeting moments. It was as if these unspoken connections were the only proof that something still tied them together.

Noticing her hesitation, Kristopher leaned in slightly and murmured, “If we keep standing here like this, your fans are going to spot their idol.”

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Message from Noah: Enjoy the weekend dear readers! New chapters on sunday. God loves you, and Noah wishes you the best! (─‿‿O)

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