My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 895:

Carrie remained standing there, watching Mila disappear inside. Only when the hotel doors closed did she turn back to find Daxton had also stepped out of the car, his brows slightly furrowed. “Why are you standing there?” he asked.

Carrie hesitated. Then, after a brief pause, she admitted softly, “I feel like your mother might be a bit upset.”

“Get in, it’s chilly out here.” Daxton’s voice was gentle but firm as he placed an arm around Carrie’s shoulders, guiding her back toward the car. “My mom is just like that. You’ll get used to it.”

A faint sigh escaped him as he offered a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’ve lived alone for so many years… she and I are more like the most familiar strangers.”

For a brief moment, something flickered in his gaze—a loneliness buried so deep it had almost become second nature.

Carrie followed his lead, slipping back into the passenger seat. She didn’t speak.

She understood exactly what he meant. Her relationship with Tristan had been the same. Distant. Cold. More of an obligation than anything real. She turned slightly, looking at him with quiet sympathy.

Daxton leaned over to fasten her seatbelt. His movement brought him dangerously close—his profile brushed against her cheek, her breath warm against his ear. The faint fragrance of her skin drifted toward him, stirring something deep within.

For a split second, his gaze lowered—falling to the gentle rise and fall of her chest. His fingers stilled. Then, as if snapping himself out of a trance, he quickly averted his eyes, straightening up with an easy chuckle. “Don’t look at me like that with those pitying eyes.”

Carrie blinked, momentarily stunned. His sudden closeness had momentarily blanked her mind.noveldrama

Hearing him speak, she snapped back to reality. “I’m not pitying you,” she retorted, regaining her composure. “I just… understand how you feel.”

Daxton’s lips curved into a small smile. He reached out and ruffled her hair, his touch gentle yet teasing. “Let the unhappiness of the past go.” His voice softened. “Everyone in the Morrison family loves you now.”

Carrie froze—caught off guard by his tenderness. Before she could react, Daxton had already stepped away, shutting the passenger door behind her and moving to the driver’s seat.

As the car started, she stared out the window, wondering if that brief moment had been real or just a figment of her imagination.

In Orkset:

Billie walked out of the police station, her face weary, her steps heavy. No amount of luxury, private planes, or personal assistants could erase the exhaustion weighing on her shoulders.

She had been shuttling back and forth between Orkset and Isomidge, spending hours in sterile visiting rooms, listening to Lise cry and beg for salvation.

It was taking a toll on her. Because Lise wasn’t just a person to her anymore. She had become a substitute for Lisa, the daughter she had lost too soon.

Billie had known, logically, that Lise wasn’t Lisa. That the heart in Lise’s chest wasn’t Lisa’s. But logic didn’t matter when grief clouded everything else. For years, Lisa’s death had been a nightmare Billie could never wake up from. She had spent countless nights staring at the ceiling, only managing sleep with herbal teas and sedatives, yet still plagued by relentless nightmares.

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