My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 894:

Mila pursed her lips, not saying anything more, her face expressionless, making it impossible to read her emotions.

Daxton noticed the tension in the air and quickly spoke up. “My mom is a bit reserved and doesn’t talk much.”

Carrie turned back to Mila and offered a polite smile. “Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Garcia.” Then, glancing at Daxton, she added with a small chuckle, “She’s probably like you—when we first met, you seemed distant and quiet too. But deep down, you’re actually very kind.”noveldrama

Daxton’s eyes flickered to the rearview mirror—and at that exact moment, Mila was already watching him. For a split second, something unreadable passed between them.

Then, without another word, Carrie leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes. She wasn’t feeling well. The last thing she wanted was to analyze whatever was happening between mother and son.

The ride remained unusually silent.

Carrie had expected to arrive at the apartment soon, but after what felt like only a few minutes, she sensed the car slow to a stop.

Her eyes fluttered open. They weren’t at the apartment. Instead, they were parked in front of a five-star hotel.

Daxton turned to Mila, his voice calm but firm. “Mom, you can go back first.”

He pulled a room card from his wallet and handed it to her, his lips curving into a polite smile. “Your room is on the top floor. You took the wrong key last time.”

However, there was an unmistakable hint of warning in Daxton’s tone—one that only Mila could detect. He knew his mother too well. Mila had always been curious about his assets, how he lived, and the things he kept private. More than once, she had tried to insert herself into his affairs, prying into the life he had carefully built away from the Garcia family’s influence.

His villa was his—a space untouched by the expectations of his past, a sanctuary where no one, especially not his nominal family, had any place.

𝖥𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖈𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌⨳𝖈𝗈𝗆

It was a house, yes. But it was missing something. Or rather, someone. One day, it would have a soul—a future wife who truly belonged there. And until then, no one else would set foot in it.

Hearing Daxton’s subtle rejection, Carrie secretly exhaled in relief. She had half-expected him to take Mila to the apartment, and the thought had left her uneasy.

It wasn’t that she disliked Daxton’s mother—she simply wasn’t good at socializing with elders, especially those who were distant, unreadable, and difficult to please. And right now, feeling drained and slightly unwell, all she wanted was to go home and sleep.

Mila hesitated briefly but ultimately took the room card from Daxton’s hand. Without another word, she stepped out of the car. Out of courtesy, Carrie also got out.

The sun had disappeared behind thick clouds, casting a cool, muted light over the city. A refreshing breeze carried away the lingering heat, making the air feel crisp and clean. Carrie inhaled deeply, feeling her mind clear along with it. Mila glanced sideways at Carrie.

Carrie forced a polite smile. “Mrs. Garcia, I’ll invite you to my home next time when the opportunity arises.”

“Hum.” Then, without another word, Mila briskly walked into the hotel.

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