My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 798:

“There’s a bathroom inside, with all the cosmetics and toiletries you might need. If anything’s missing, just text me, and I’ll have Marina bring it over.”

He stepped aside, making it clear that the space was hers alone.

Carrie stood at the threshold, staring at the open door. She hesitated. Last time, Aliza and Marina had set her up in a guest room.

Kyson, noticing her hesitation, sighed softly and leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms.

“I’ll stay right here.” His tone was casual, but there was a quiet reassurance in it.

Then, sensing she might need more than words, he added, “If you’re still worried, you can call your cousins to keep watch.”

Carrie studied his face.

There was no deception in his expression. She let out a slow breath, then gave a small nod and stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

Still, she didn’t let her guard down just yet.

The first thing she did was lock the door.

Then, her fingers subtly tugged at her collar, feeling for the hidden tracker beneath the fabric. A tiny green light blinked steadily—still active.

The Morrison family had placed a tracker on her as a precaution. If anything happened, they would find her immediately.

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With that reassurance, she finally exhaled, releasing some of the tension in her shoulders.

Carrie walked over to the sink and took in her reflection. Her makeup was mostly intact—except for her lips. Her lipstick had smudged, and her lips were slightly swollen from Kristopher’s kiss. Her gaze swept the countertop, noting the array of cosmetics and skincare products—everything she could possibly need.

Grabbing a tissue, she wiped away the makeup around her lips, then reached for a bottle of mouthwash. She swished it harshly, trying to rid herself of the lingering metallic taste of blood. Only when the faint scent of fruit replaced it did she feel clean again.

Setting the bottle down, she reached for her lipstick—opting for a trendier, pouty look, one that helped conceal the slight swelling. She had never liked this particular makeup style, but right now, it served a purpose.

Satisfied, she stepped back, taking one last look in the mirror. Carrie nodded to herself and turned toward the door. Kyson was still waiting. She shouldn’t keep him long.

Carrie opened the door, ready to call out to Kyson. However, as she looked up, she found the hallway empty—no one in sight. Confused, she stepped out, gently closing the door behind her, and began retracing her steps.noveldrama

She had only walked a short distance when she noticed Kyson by the stairwell, deep in thought, his attention fixed on something far away. He stood at the edge where sunlight met shadow, his face half-hidden, radiating a subtle sadness.

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