My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 822

Chapter 821

Chapter 821:

Carrie nodded firmly. “Yes, absolutely!”

Then, she began to clarify the situation. “It’s really that straightforward. Besides, if | were actually in a

relationship, how could | possibly keep it from you? Before, | had no family to lean on, but now...”

Before she could continue, Reece gently patted the back of her hand, interrupting her. “Now you have a family.

Don’t worry. I'll support you. Even if you fell for sprince or earl, I'd stand by you. And if anyone dares

mistreat you, I'll make sure they regret it.”

With that, he turned his gaze back to Daxton. “Though today was just a misunderstanding, let it serve as a

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warning. If you're serious about pursuing a relationship with Carrie, it needs to be clear and straightforward. No

indefinite one-night flings!”

Daxton looked at Carrie and nodded. “Absolutely. Carrie deserves the best. How could | ever mistreat her? If |

were to do such a thing, you wouldn't need to intervene; | wouldn't be able to forgive myself.”

Carrie's expression becbewildered at these words. What did Daxton mean? Did he still have feelings for

her? Hadn't she tested him just yesterday? It seemed clear then that he no longer had romantic feelings for her.

Wasn't his stay merely a strategy to ease his family’s marriage pressures?

How had it cto this, allowing a man who might still harbor feelings for her to share her home? She looked at

Daxton blankly, waiting for him to confirm they were just friends.

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However, when Daxton noticed her gaze, he simply offered her a gentle smile.

With the matter finally cleared up, Reece's earlier dissatisfaction had vanished completely. He glanced at Carrie

and asked, “You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?”

Carrie shook her head. “I only got up when | heard the doorbell. | hadn't even washed up when Daxton opened

the door for you.” She sighed, rubbing her temple. “That's why | ran back—to clean up, because | was trying to

hide.”

Realization dawned on Reece. The moment he had assumed to be suspicious was nothing more than Carrie's

typical morning routine. His last trace of doubt dissolved. So, Daxton really was just staying here temporarily. A

new thought surfaced—this might not be such a bad thing. Living under the sroof, seeing each other every

day... things could change between them. Maybe, just maybe, something deeper would develop.

Standing up, he turned to Daxton. “I'll make breakfast for Carrie. Givea hand.”

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Daxton didn’t hesitate. “Alright. Carrie, just sit tight. We'll handle it.”

Caught off guard by their teamwork, Carrie simply nodded, swallowing whatever argument she had been

forming. Daxton was being deliberately vague, and if she confronted him about it now, it would only make things

seem more significant than they actually were. There would be another opportunity to address it—if it even

needed addressing.

But what was there to talk about? She didn’t have feelings for Daxton. That much was clear. But she also

couldn't dictate how he felt. With a quiet sigh, she pushed the thought aside. Relationships were complicated.

Even ones that weren't supposed to be.

Before long, the scent of freshly made breakfast filled the apartment.

Carrie, lost in her own thoughts, barely tasted the food in front of her. She picked at her plate absently, her

appetite completely absent.