My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 958:

Carrie took the phone, her fingers brushing against its surface—still warm from Kyson’s touch.

It was strange. She could joke and talk freely with Daxton, treating him as nothing more than a friend. But with Kyson, she could never quite cross that line. To her, he was just an acquaintance… or at most, a friend’s older brother. Things that seemed casual to others felt oddly intimate to her.

Yet, at some point, hadn’t she already shattered that restraint? She had gone with Camille to scout male escorts, and she had even spent the night with a stranger in a hotel—things a traditionally reserved girl wouldn’t do.

But if she was truly as open-minded as those actions suggested, then why was she still so guarded around Kyson? Even with Daxton—someone she had known for years—she had only reluctantly agreed to a relationship that was in name only, hidden from the world.

She didn’t understand herself. How had she ended up having a wild night with a stranger?

Shaking off the thought, she focused on discussing the gowns with Marina. It was a welcome distraction—otherwise, she had no idea how she would endure this car ride.

But even with all the small talk she could muster, their conversation only lasted twenty minutes.

Handing the phone back to Kyson, Carrie was about to find an excuse to close her eyes and rest when the car took a sharp turn. A wave of nausea hit her instantly.

She covered her mouth on instinct, her stomach twisting uncomfortably. Fortunately, it was just dry heaving—nothing more. Kyson immediately pulled the car over, turning to her with concern. “Carrie, what’s wrong?”

She forced a weak smile, though her face had turned pale. “I think I’m a little carsick.”

Without hesitation, Kyson unscrewed a water bottle and handed it to her. “Blame Marina for keeping you on the phone so long. Looking down like that—it’s no wonder you got carsick.”

Carrie wanted to defend Marina, but she couldn’t come up with any explanation. She never got carsick.noveldrama

Her thoughts drifted back to the heatstroke she had suffered just days ago. Lately, her body felt weaker and weaker, as if something was off. She made a mental note to schedule a checkup as soon as she had time.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Caught up in the relentless pace of work, Carrie had long forgotten about the check-up she had meant to schedule.

That afternoon, she had just finished reviewing audition tapes for a group of newcomers. Rising from her chair to grab a glass of water, she suddenly felt the world tilt beneath her feet.

The dizziness was overwhelming. She instinctively reached out for support, but her desk was bare—her hand grasped at nothing but air.

Just as she was about to collapse, the office door swung open. “Carrie!” Daxton’s voice cut through the air as he strode forward in a few quick steps, catching her before she could hit the floor.

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