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.

time had passed until he saw Kristopher carry Carrie into the

As a regular client, he usually visited for business, never once coming on his

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.

look after Mr. Garcia,” the manager instructed, giving her

skipped a beat. He was lounging on the sofa, eyes gently shut, his expression calm and peaceful. There was something almost otherworldly about him,

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she rarely 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

sat beside him, uncorked a bottle of wine, poured herself

wouldn’t 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, and

Daxton’s eyes still closed, she cautiously placed her hand on his thigh, caressing it lightly. “Mr. Garcia, if you’re feeling low, I could join

and icy. The calm and gentle demeanor