My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 585:

Daxton, sensing her discomfort, offered her a warm smile, his glance toward Melany a silent reassurance. The title wasn’t meant for her—it was simply a formality for the elders. Carrie, unable to reciprocate with “Nephew,” nodded politely instead.

Melany, now seated, patted Carrie’s hand. “I didn’t want to invite outsiders to today’s family dinner,” she said, her voice light but deliberate. “Among all the Norris relatives and friends, you are closer to Daxton. I thought having him here would keep you from being bored with just us old folks.”

Daxton stepped forward with an easy grace, his tone gentle as he replied, “Great-grandma, the fault is mine for not visiting you and Great-grandpa sooner. I’ve been back in Orkset for some time, but I should have come earlier.”

His words were polite, but Carrie understood their subtext. With Kristopher having severed the ties between the two families, Daxton’s visits might have been seen as inappropriate. He placed the gift bags on the coffee table, and Carrie instinctively reached out to help.

As her fingers brushed against his sleeve, the fabric slipped away before they could make contact.

like the missed opportunities they had to be together.

the elegantly wrapped gift

I brought back from abroad.

who had commanded respect and authority, now often struggled with restless nights. For them, calming incense was more than a luxury—it

to medicinal alternatives. It smelled wonderful and offered numerous

family like the Norrises, where luxury was commonplace and material wealth was unimpressive, the most meaningful gifts were those that demonstrated thoughtfulness and care.

rare but incredibly valuable—something money alone couldn’t easily buy. Daxton’s

signaled

conversation continued, Billie entered the room, her arms laden with shopping bags. Her face was lit with a bright smile, but when her gaze landed on Carrie, seated on the sofa, the smile

flicker of guilt crossed her features before she quickly composed

to my room,” Billie instructed the maid, handing off the bags. Turning to Carrie,