My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1083:

Regaining her composure, she let out a measured breath and lowered her eyes to the necklace resting against his collarbone—a thick, golden Chrome Hearts chain that looked oddly out of place on him.

She couldn’t help wondering—did Aliza give it to him?

Back when they were together, Kristopher wouldn’t so much as touch something that didn’t match his taste, let alone wear it.

He remained bent for a moment, waiting. When she still hadn’t moved, he tilted his head up, confused. “What’s wrong? You can’t get it off either?”

His sudden movement startled her, and as he lifted his head, his nose brushed lightly across her lips.

She blinked, stunned, then hurriedly reached out to wipe his face. “Sorry—sorry, that was an accident.”

“It’s fine,” he said, catching her wrist mid-reach and brushing his own nose. He glanced at the back of his hand, checking—no lipstick smudges.

Carrie cleared her throat and said awkwardly, “Just… lower your head again. I’ll get it off now.”

Wordlessly, Kristopher dipped his head, obedient as a retriever. This time, she didn’t let herself hesitate. Her fingers worked quickly at the clasp. “There. Done.”

Kristopher straightened, watching her stare down blankly at the necklace in her palm.

He raised an eyebrow. “You like it?”

Feigning casual curiosity, she tilted her head. “Just wondering. This isn’t your usual style.”

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The question seemed to catch him off guard.

Truthfully, he hadn’t even looked at the necklace when he left his company that morning. Knowing he might be getting an MRI, he’d simply asked his assistant to toss him something metallic.

He hadn’t paid attention—until now.noveldrama

Following her gaze, he finally took a proper look at it.

Though elegant for a Chrome Hearts piece, the garish gold did feel… off-brand.

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Just… trying something new.”

Then, almost too quickly, he snatched it back—as if the longer she held it, the more likely her questions would start cutting deeper.

To Carrie, the gesture said more than words ever could. The necklace had to be a gift from Aliza. And whatever it meant to him, he clearly didn’t want her touching it.

Kristopher didn’t notice the shift in Carrie’s expression. Silently, he reached for the necklace, intending to slip it into his pocket like it was nothing.

He wasn’t sure why he was being so… childish. Going through all this just to get a little closer to her—some accidental touch, a few stolen seconds.

It reminded him of those boys back in school—the ones who’d tease girls they liked, just to be near them.

What was wrong with him? Or maybe the real question was: What exactly happened during those two years he couldn’t remember? Or more precisely—what did it actually feel like to fall in love with someone?

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