My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1077:

“Carrie, I’m gonna go run through these songs. I’ll swing by another day,” he said with a grin.

“Alright,” Carrie replied casually, not trying to make him stay.

Once Randell left, Kyson stepped further inside.

Today, he was dressed in simple athletic wear, looking more like a laid-back college athlete than the heir to a powerful family.

Carrie stood up to greet him. “Kyson, long time no see.”

The moment he saw her, something stirred in him—those feelings he’d pushed down starting to rise again.

He quickly looked away and said, “Don’t be so formal. Sit down, you’ll tire yourself out.”

He settled beside her on the couch. His eyes drifted to the coffee cup Randell had just used.

“You had someone over?” he asked, trying to sound casual. “Hope I’m not interrupting.”

Carrie didn’t hesitate. “Randell stopped by to pick up some songs, that’s all.”

“Randell?” Kyson blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Then the name clicked. “Wait—you mean that Randell Natt? The one blowing up in the music scene right now?”noveldrama

Kyson didn’t usually keep up with the entertainment world, but Randell’s name had been unavoidable lately. Even people who didn’t follow pop culture knew who he was.

Students on campus talked about him constantly, and Kyson had caught glimpses of him on TV more than once.

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As the eldest grandson of the Webster family, Kyson had studied piano and classical music from a young age. Pop music wasn’t really his thing. But Randell’s work had caught his attention—there was something fresh about his lyrics and melodies. Surprisingly good, even by his high standards.

Carrie, having already decided to be honest about her identity, didn’t bother playing coy.

“Yes, it’s him,” she said. “I just finished some new tracks and asked him to come by and pick them up.”

Kyson’s eyes widened. “Wait… you wrote those songs?”

The words made sense individually, but together? He struggled to wrap his head around them.

Carrie smiled slightly. “Why? I don’t look like someone who could write songs?”

“No! That’s not what I meant,” Kyson said quickly, a little flustered. “I just didn’t realize you were… well, so talented at everything.”

“It’s not about talent,” Carrie said calmly. “I’ve just been learning a lot at the Music Association lately. With the right guidance and solid resources, it’s not that hard to compose a few simple songs.” She wasn’t bragging—just stating a fact.

Kyson shook his head. “You make it sound easy, but let’s be real. There are tons of teachers and students at the Association, and none of them have managed to do what you’ve done.”

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