My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 988:

Two more games followed the same pattern. Each time, Daxton was on the verge of victory, only to make a baffling, almost childlike mistake at the crucial moment.

Carrie’s amusement faded, replaced by an unsettling realization. The warmth in her eyes disappeared, leaving only a cold, detached expression.

Daxton gathered the pieces back into the box, glancing up at her with a casual smile. “One more round?”

Carrie stood abruptly. Her voice was quiet but firm. “What’s the point of this?”

Something in her tone made Daxton pause.

His expression shifted slightly, confusion flashing across his face. “What do you mean?”

She met his gaze without hesitation. “Daxton, I’m not stupid. What’s the point of playing if you’re just going to let me win?”

Silence stretched between them. Carrie’s mind flashed back to her matches with Kristopher. At first, she had lost every game, but he had never gone easy on her. Every match had been a true battle—a clash of strategy and skill.

Through her repeated losses, she had learned. She had studied his tactics, analyzed her own weaknesses, and gradually, she had found a way to fight back.

There had been frustration, yes. Even resentment at times. But each loss had been real. Each lesson had mattered.

But now, standing before Daxton, she felt none of that. Instead, she felt belittled. As if her effort didn’t deserve to be taken seriously. As if she were just a child, indulged rather than challenged.noveldrama

Carrie suddenly realized something—when she had unconsciously compared Kristopher and Daxton earlier, she had leaned more toward Kristopher.

It was an unsettling thought. Whenever she deliberately weighed the two men against each other, Daxton always seemed to come out on top.

Daxton was momentarily taken aback by her reaction, but then a gentle smile tugged at his lips. He stepped forward, ruffling her hair with his usual warmth. “What are you talking about?” he said lightly. “It’s just a game. Do we really need to treat it like a championship match? I just wanted to make you happy, but instead, I made you upset. That’s on me.” He took her hand in his, guiding it toward his face.

“Here—if it’ll make you feel better, you can hit me.”

Carrie snapped out of her daze, frowning. “What are you doing?”

Daxton didn’t press her. Instead, he simply rested her palm against his cheek, holding it there as he looked at her with a playful glint in his eyes.

“You can’t bear to, can you?”

Carrie let him hold her hand like that, the warmth of his skin grounding her. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “You’re right. It’s just a game. I overreacted.” She paused, frustration flickering across her face. “I don’t even know why I got so angry all of a sudden.”

A shadow of self-reproach crossed her expression, but Daxton didn’t seem fazed.

He gently pulled her down to sit beside him on the sofa, grabbing a cushion and tucking it behind her. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice full of patience. “Pregnancy can mess with your emotions—it’s normal to have mood swings. If you’re upset, just vent to me. Don’t keep it bottled up.”

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