My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 490:

For such a reserved, conservative woman to surrender herself so freely in such a setting—it could only mean one thing. She loved him.

Daxton’s chest tightened painfully, and he took an involuntary step back, retreating into the shadows.

Daxton’s hand slid to the edge of the sink. His fingers curled tightly around the glass diffuser sitting there. The pressure mounted as the emotions he’d kept bottled up surged to the surface.

The diffuser shattered under his grip, shards slicing into his palm. Blood began to drip onto the sink and floor, the crimson stark against the white porcelain.

But Daxton didn’t even flinch. His lips curled into a faint, bitter smile as he stood motionless, letting the pain ground him.

realized how much time had passed until he saw Kristopher carry Carrie into the elevator. Only

heading home, he found himself at the VIP Club. As a regular client, he usually visited for business, never once coming on his

for a woman to attend to him. She stood tall and slim, her graceful curves accentuated by a moon-white dress that exuded both

manager instructed, giving her a quick nod before he shut the door behind

expression calm and peaceful. There

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the typical, middle-aged types—greasy, with no real charm. But Daxton was different. He was

beside him, uncorked a bottle of wine, poured herself a glass, and gently asked, “Mr. Garcia, what’s troubling you

see was the image of Carrie and Kristopher

the wine, and seeing Daxton’s eyes still closed, she cautiously placed her hand on his thigh, caressing

The calm and gentle demeanor he had shown earlier was now completely gone, as though he had transformed