My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 70:

Immersing herself in her career was her chosen refuge, finding solace in the stability that financial independence could offer. After all, depending on others for security was a trap she was determined not to fall into.

Soren, devoid of pretension, confirmed swiftly, “Great, see you soon.”

Arriving at Hazelnut Time Coffee Shop, Carrie was guided by her navigation to this quaint establishment, steeped in tradition. Its charming courtyard, complete with a small bridge arching over a gently flowing stream and a meandering corridor, radiated a sense of timeless grace. Inside, the main hall boasted valuable art paintings and intricate crafts perched on the shelves, each telling a silent story of elegance.

An attentive waiter approached and escorted her with a polite nod. Carrie was led to the Azure, one of the many color-themed private rooms, bathed in a light misty blue that promised tranquility. As she walked, the choice of venue and the sound of Soren’s voice intertwined, sketching in her mind the portrait of a warm, sophisticated young man.

The rooms were generously spaced, ensuring privacy, with only a quaint vintage bead curtain marking each threshold. Peering through the curtains, her eyes widened momentarily at the sight within. A stylish man with striking silver hair was seated at the table, gracefully pouring coffee. His attire consisted of a sleek black designer T-shirt coupled with chic, light-washed, distressed jeans from another renowned brand, his grin exuding a playful allure.

Amid the classically elegant decor that adorned the room, he appeared conspicuously modern. The noise caused him to halt and glance up, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “Ms. Spencer?”

Carrie, ever open-minded, quickly masked her initial surprise and entered with a warm nod and a friendly smile. “Hi, Mr. Rodgers.”

“Just Soren, please.”

ｍ𝚘𝚛ｅ ｕ𝚙ｄ𝚊ｔｅｓ 𝚒ｎ ɢ𝚊ｌ𝚗𝚘ｖ𝚎ｌ𝚜.𝚌𝚘𝚖

Soren set the coffee pot aside, signaled discreetly for the waiter to depart, and rose with polite grace to offer Carrie a seat. “Did the candidate not accompany you?”

As he resumed his place and filled a cup for Carrie, he complimented her. “Your beauty truly stands alone, unmatched by any actress in this industry. Merely by your looks, you epitomize the heroine I envisioned.”

“Actually, I’m here to put myself forward for the lead role,” Carrie responded, accepting the coffee and meeting Soren’s gaze. The light from the chandelier above danced in her eyes, making them twinkle like stars.

Soren paused, a flicker of realization crossing his features as he understood that Carrie’s proposal, though unexpected, was indeed fitting. As the original author, she possessed a deep understanding of her characters, an insight only she could claim. With her stunning appearance, it seemed fate had blessed her exceptionally.

Soren, his attention seemingly elsewhere, tapped his fingers idly on the table. “With some polish on your acting skills, fame is just around the corner for you. However—” His tone shifted as he steered the conversation in a new direction. “Acting demands dedication and practice… I imagine you, Ms. Spencer, are particularly keen to see your character portrayed accurately.”

As a shrewd businessman, Soren had little room for error. He was not one to invest in projects without expecting returns. A lackluster performance could jeopardize the entire venture.

Carrie responded, her voice carrying a mix of pride and wistfulness, “I had an engagement with Nathan Films and participated in their acting workshops… However, personal issues necessitated a hiatus from my career.”noveldrama

Nathan Films, renowned for its prestigious standing in the film industry and its workshops led by distinguished educators, had a history of nurturing numerous award-winning talents. Noticing this, Soren’s demeanor brightened, his earlier reservations fading.

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