My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 840:noveldrama

Kristopher stopped by one of them. He wasn’t sure why—he just found himself staring at the board. The game was at a stalemate. He studied the pieces, his mind automatically analyzing the best next move. His hand almost reached out to place a piece.

The old man across the table noticed and chuckled. “Young man, it’s polite to watch without interfering.” The old man tapped the board. “If you know how to play, you can have a match with me next.”

Kristopher pulled his hand back, slightly surprised. Since when did he care about old men playing chess?

He almost laughed at himself. But what was the alternative? If he left now, he’d have to deal with Aliza. Or the Herrera family.

So, without another word, he pulled over a small wooden stool, wiped it with a wet wipe, and sat down in his expensive suit.

Meanwhile, Carrie had just finished lunch. She gathered the herbs Doris had prepared for her and said her goodbyes.

Stepping out of the gate, she wasn’t in a hurry. But after only a few steps, she stopped. Her eyes landed on a familiar figure sitting on the side of the road.

She blinked. Was she seeing things? She took a closer look.

It really was Kristopher. Sitting on a tiny wooden stool, in a formal suit. His long legs were awkwardly folded, making him look both serious and out of place.

A group of elderly men surrounded him, watching as he focused intently on the chessboard.

Carrie stared. She had seen that expression before. Back when they were married, she used to love watching him work. Whenever he was deep in thought—his brows slightly furrowed, his sharp eyes scanning documents, completely absorbed in solving a problem.

And now, she was seeing that same intensity. But instead of business deals and contracts, he was playing chess with an old man.

Carrie couldn’t stop herself from smiling. Somehow, with him sitting there, the old alleyway behind him no longer looked worn down. Instead, it looked strangely elegant.

Carrie paused briefly, then looked away, gripping the medicine bag tighter as she quickly moved forward.

She had barely taken a few steps when Kristopher completed his chess game. He looked up and saw her graceful figure swiftly walking down the alley.

Kristopher set aside the chess pieces and instinctively stood up. The elderly man, seeing Kristopher prepare to leave, quickly grabbed his wrist. “Hold on, young man, don’t go just yet! Play another round with me. I got distracted last game, and that’s how you slipped by me. I’m certain I can beat you this time.”

The old man had not met such a challenging player in a long while and was eager not to lose Kristopher just yet.

Someone nearby chuckled. “That’s what you claimed last time! It’s obvious you just can’t match this youngster.”

Others, perceptive to Kristopher’s distracted look, taunted, “This young man’s got love on his mind. Don’t let your poor chess skills mess up his romantic pursuit.”

The chess-playing elder was momentarily surprised, then he traced Kristopher’s gaze to Carrie and broke into a smile. “You’ve got excellent taste, young man. She’s as lovely as my wife back in the day. Go on then. Come back for a game of chess whenever you’re free.” His voice carried a trace of sadness as he spoke the final words.

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Message from Noah: Nice Sunday dear readers. God loves you and Noah whishes you all the best (ɔO‿=)ɔ ♥

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