My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1075:

That truth had been burned into her by none other than Kelsey. It was the only thing she ever learned from that woman worth remembering.

A few days later, inside the Morrison family’s estate, Carrie had already bounced back from the minor accident.

From how Mr. and Mrs. Hinks were acting, it seemed they hadn’t connected the dots. They didn’t suspect she might be their niece. Still, she kept her guard up.

She still had no desire to interact with the Hinks couple. On one hand, she wanted to keep her true identity hidden. On the other hand, she genuinely felt nothing but contempt for people like them who used their own relatives for personal gain.

Carrie swapped into something more relaxed. Her hair was gathered into a neat bun, held in place with a plain hairpin.

There was an easy elegance in the way she carried herself—graceful without even trying.

She sat beside the artificial pond, tossing bits of feed into the water as koi darted to the surface. One of the servants came over and said, “Ms. Campbell, there’s a Mr. Natt here asking to see you.”noveldrama

Still focused on the water, Carrie tossed out another handful. “Send him over.”

The servant lingered a second too long, shifting from one foot to the other. After watching her toss another scoop, he said carefully, “Uh, Ms. Campbell… these fish don’t know when to stop. A few have already died from overeating. If Mr. Morrison catches wind of this, he’s probably going to be quietly upset again.”

These koi weren’t just pretty pond fillers. Luca had shelled out a small fortune to get them.

Because the Morrison family treated their staff decently, the servants weren’t afraid to speak up—even when it meant pointing things out to Carrie.

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Carrie stopped, her thoughts drifting to the image of Luca by the pond the other day. He’d been unusually quiet, maybe even sighing. Now it all made sense.

Looking down at the fish crowding near her feet, she spotted a few with bulging bellies, nearly bursting.

Without a word, she tucked the remaining feed back into the bucket, brushed her hands off, and rose to her feet. “Forget the pond. Let’s meet him in the living room.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Relief flooded the servant’s face as he turned and quickly made his way toward the main house.

By the time Carrie stepped into the living room, her guest had just been shown in.

He stood tall with sunglasses shielding his eyes, but his chiseled features—sharp jawline and a high nose—left no room for doubt. He was striking.

As he pulled off the glasses, soft brown eyes appeared beneath, carrying a touch of sadness that made him even more memorable. This wasn’t just any celebrity. It was Randell—one of the hottest names in the music industry.

Randell walked to Carrie with an easy grin. “Well, if it isn’t the woman I look up to most.”

Carrie raised a brow and held up her hand. “Spare me the flattery. Just call me Carrie.”

“Carrie it is,” said Randell, already settling onto the couch across from her.

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