My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 813

Chapter 813:

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Upon seeing Daxton’s WhatsApp message, Carrie decided she would handle the script issues at work and then hurry home to cook dinner herself. It wasn’t exactly polite to have a guest take care of the cooking.

Carrie submitted her work at the office. By three in the afternoon, she was done, so she headed to a nearby supermarket.

While debating whether to buy Wagyu beef slices or a steak, a familiar voice called out from the other side of the aisle, “Carrie.”

She leaned forward just a little and looked through the beef display, catching sight of Kyson as he smiled and waved.

Kyson walked around the display.

“What a coincidence! What brings our superwoman to the grocery store?”

Carrie, having been buried in work and turning down many of Marina’s invites, responded, “Just finished work. I’m here to pick up some dinner ingredients.” Without much thought, Carrie tossed both the beef slices and the steak into her shopping basket.

Kyson reached down to lift the basket at her feet.

“Let me help you with that.”

“No, that’s okay.

Thanks,” Carrie replied, reaching for the basket herself, but Kyson had already grabbed it.

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Kyson smiled and said, “Are we still being formal? I thought we were already friends.”

Carrie replied, slightly embarrassed, “You’re also here to shop. It’s too much to carry two baskets.”

“I’m only here to get some lettuce.

The teacher’s daughter bought a rabbit for five bucks outside school, and now she insists on feeding it lettuce,” Kyson explained, holding up a bag of carefully washed lettuce. Carrie eyed the ninety-nine-dollar price tag on the lettuce and experienced a brief moment of pain.

A budget-friendly pet enjoying some high-end lettuce.

She wondered if ninety-nine dollars’ worth of ordinary lettuce could feed at least twenty rabbits.

Kyson trailed behind Carrie, following her through the supermarket for the second time.

Carrie had always valued solitude, especially when it came to mundane tasks like grocery shopping. It was supposed to be quick and efficient—a ten-minute errand at most. But with Kyson by her side, the trip had stretched longer than necessary.

She had already bought everything she needed. Yet, instead of parting ways, she hesitated, unsure how to politely excuse herself.

She had been trying to find a way around this.

Before she could figure out a way to say goodbye, Kyson spoke first.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever tasted your cooking.”

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