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.

much time had passed until he saw Kristopher carry Carrie into the elevator. Only then did he finally turn

found himself at the VIP Club. As a regular client, he usually visited for

and slim, her graceful curves accentuated by a moon-white dress that exuded both elegance and a sense of quiet dignity. Her alluring eyes added an extra layer of timeless, sophisticated beauty. She seemed

Mr. Garcia,” the manager instructed, giving her a

into the room and saw Daxton’s face clearly, her heart skipped a beat. He was lounging on the sofa, eyes gently shut, his expression calm and peaceful. There was something almost otherworldly about him, like a gentleman from another time, radiating an

for

got to choose her clients, and most of the men were the typical, middle-aged types—greasy, with no real charm. But Daxton was different. He was strikingly handsome. She even thought that, had she the means, she wouldn’t mind paying to

herself

let him. All he could see was the image of Carrie and Kristopher locked in a passionate kiss. But as he focused, that image began to shift,

her hand on his thigh, caressing it lightly. “Mr. Garcia,

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