My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 607:

“Kristopher, no!” Albin threw his weight onto Kristopher’s arm, struggling to hold it down.

“Do not make a scene here. Gracie’s funeral went smoothly. Are you really going to ruin it now?”

Albin turned to Daxton, his tone venomous. “And you—get out of here. Still trying to stir the pot? Should I call Carrie back to see what a manipulative bastard you really are?”

Daxton adjusted his suit with practiced nonchalance, flashing an infuriatingly calm smile before walking away.

Kristopher let out a slow breath, brushing off Albin’s grip. “I’m heading back to Norris Group,” he said curtly.

Carrie away. “Kristopher,” he began, his tone lighter, almost pleading, “let me work with

cluttered coziness. It was less about the size and

insisted on taking the sofa downstairs, leaving Carrie the upstairs

Carrie had plunged herself into work, her grief manifesting

had seemingly vanished from her

on the other hand, had a knack for appearing at just the right moments. Sometimes he would show up with a bag of fresh seafood or a box of

eyebrow. “I do not think Daxton sees you as just a friend,” she teased, nudging Carrie with her elbow. “All these deliveries? It’s a classic

he just feels bad for me being alone. Who tries to woo someone with lobsters? If anything, it feels more like a care package.” Carrie had once wondered if Daxton liked her, but

never accept them while still married. Lobsters, cherries, and blueberries? Those are your favorites.

it to the kitchen. “Cherries, sweet blueberries, lobsters, crabs… hasn’t he sent

mouth to reply, the doorbell rang. Camille, elbow-deep in cleaning the lobsters, muttered, “What’s Daxton sending now? This batch alone must weigh five or six kilos. You sure Ruby’s coming back tonight? Because