My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 834

Chapter 834:

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She could see the person standing in front of her, and she was completely taken aback at that moment.

There he was, Kristopher, with neatly styled hair, dressed in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his muscular forearms, while holding some vegetables in his other hand.

Kristopher was equally surprised to see Carrie at his doorstep. His eyes quickly scanned her—dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, both clearly high-quality but not glaringly luxurious. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, enhancing her youthful, collegiate appearance.

This was the first time he had seen her dressed so casually, a complete departure from the image he had of her as someone focused on climbing the social ladder.

Then it hit him—her relentless drive for success, without showing off any wealth, made it clear that she wasn’t just after superficial riches.

She was after something much more meaningful. How ambitious.

They stood opposite each other, silent and still.

As the awkward quiet lingered, Doris approached with a spatula in hand. “Carrie, you’re here? Please, come inside.”

Kristopher snapped back to reality, released the doorknob, and moved aside to let Carrie enter.

His face stayed unreadable, and he treated her as though she were just another acquaintance.

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Noticing this, Carrie diverted her attention from him to Doris, her expression transforming into a smile. “Doris, I’m sorry to bother you.” While speaking, she presented the gift she had brought.

Doris refused the gift, shaking her head with a sigh. “You didn’t have to bring anything. Your visit is more than enough. You’ve already covered the cost of the medicine and consultation.”

She could see the person standing in front of her, and she was completely taken aback at that moment.

There he was, Kristopher, with neatly styled hair, dressed in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his muscular forearms, while holding some vegetables in his other hand.

Kristopher was equally surprised to see Carrie at his doorstep. His eyes quickly scanned her—dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, both clearly high-quality but not glaringly luxurious. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, enhancing her youthful, collegiate appearance.

This was the first time he had seen her dressed so casually, a complete departure from the image he had of her as someone focused on climbing the social ladder.

Then it hit him—her relentless drive for success, without showing off any wealth, made it clear that she wasn’t just after superficial riches.

She was after something much more meaningful. How ambitious.

They stood opposite each other, silent and still.

As the awkward quiet lingered, Doris approached with a spatula in hand. “Carrie, you’re here? Please, come inside.”

Kristopher snapped back to reality, released the doorknob, and moved aside to let Carrie enter.

His face stayed unreadable, and he treated her as though she were just another acquaintance.

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