My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 740:

“Of course,” Torrie replied smoothly, though her gaze wasn’t on Dariel but firmly fixed on Reece, who remained beside Carrie.

Dariel’s eyes darted between Torrie and Reece, and his lips curved into a sly grin as he said, in a seemingly casual tone, “Driving alone can get boring. Why not make it more interesting with a co-driver?”

Before anyone could respond, Reece passed the wheelchair to Marina and moved toward Arion.

“I’ll be your co-driver,” he said, his tone even.

Dariel’s grin faltered for only a second before he quickly stepped in front of Reece, raising a hand to stop him.

“What’s the point of having two men in the car? A co-driver should naturally be a woman.”

Reece’s eyes narrowed slightly as he fixed Dariel with a cold stare, a hint of impatience in his gaze.

Dariel pretended not to notice Reece’s irritation. Instead, he glanced at Torrie, his grin widening as he raised his chin toward her.

“If you’re so insistent on being a co-driver, Reece, why not sit in Torrie’s passenger seat?”noveldrama

The air grew tense, the unspoken challenge between Dariel and Reece palpable. Just as it seemed the tension might snap, Carrie suddenly grabbed the armrests of her wheelchair and stood up.

“I’ll be Arion’s co-driver.”

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Both Arion and Reece immediately moved to her side, each taking one of her arms.

“Carrie, sit down,” Arion said, his tone filled with worry.

“Your injury isn’t fully healed yet. You can’t be a co-driver.”

Carrie gave them both a helpless smile, refusing to sit.

“Arion, I’m fine. Besides, co-drivers just sit. My ankle doesn’t need to do any work.”

Reece’s frown deepened.

Carrie tugged lightly on Arion’s arm, looking up at him with playful determination.

“Come on, Arion. I’m bored just sitting here. Let me join in, please?”

Arion hesitated, glancing at her ankle, but her pleading expression broke through his reservations.

“Okay,” he said finally, his voice softening.

Carrie grinned triumphantly, while Marina—who had been watching the entire exchange—quickly interjected, “Sorry, Torrie. Looks like we’ve already got our co-driver. You’ll have to find someone else.”

Dariel wasn’t the least bit fazed that his little ploy had failed. Instead, he sauntered over to Torrie, a sly grin playing on his lips.

“Well, it looks like I’m your co-driver now,” he said casually.

“Whatever,” Torrie muttered as her assistant brought her car over. She got into the driver’s seat without another word.

Dariel shrugged nonchalantly, sliding into the passenger seat with his usual air of confidence.

“Carrie, sit in your wheelchair. I’ll push you over,” Arion said as he took hold of the wheelchair handles.

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Message from Noah: Double chapters to make up for last friday dear readers! God loves you, and Noah wishes you all the best! (=◡=) /

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