My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 953:

She discreetly studied Kyson’s attire. The cost of a single cufflink he wore could probably buy half the inventory in this store.noveldrama

“Should we try another place?” she asked cautiously.

Kyson, still focused on his phone, responded absentmindedly, “This one’s fine. I shop here often.”

Carrie was momentarily taken aback. She had assumed that someone of his background would only frequent top-tier luxury brands. But perhaps spending habits weren’t as closely tied to upbringing as she had thought.

With that in mind, she walked over to the tie counter, scanning the selection before pointing to a few. “Could I see this one, this one, and that one?” she asked the shop assistant.

The assistant retrieved the ties, and Carrie held them up in front of Kyson. She couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly handsome he looked—he could wear anything and still exude elegance.

The ties she had chosen didn’t perfectly match his dark suit, but somehow, on him, they still worked. If anything, he might just set a new trend in mixed fashion.

After considering them for a moment, she realized something. “I forgot to ask—what color is your suit for tomorrow? These ties go better with lighter shades. I just picked them instinctively, thinking they’d suit you.”

Kyson finally looked up from his phone. His gaze flickered over the ties in her hands before he turned to the shop assistant. “I’ll take all of these.”

Carrie was about to protest when Kyson’s attention shifted back to his phone. A moment later, he hesitated before saying, “Actually, I still need one more. My suit…”

“Is vivid yellow, and these won’t work.”

Carrie’s eyes widened. “Vivid yellow?” She couldn’t imagine what kind of event would require a school principal to wear such a bold color. But it wasn’t her place to ask. Instead, she turned back to the display, scanning the options.

This store mostly carried classic, subdued designs—nothing seemed quite right for pairing with vivid yellow.

“Maybe we should try another store,” she suggested. “There are a few good menswear shops in the mall ahead. We could drive—”

“No!” Kyson cut in sharply.

Carrie flinched at his sudden outburst.

Realizing his tone was too harsh, he quickly softened. “I mean, it’s not an important event. No need to go to so much trouble. Just pick one casually.”

Carrie studied him for a moment before pulling up various shades of yellow on her phone. “Take a look,” she said, holding the screen up. “Which one is closest to your suit?”

Kyson glanced at the display of colors, but to him, they all looked the same. He randomly pointed to one. “It’s similar to this.”

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