My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 613:

She glanced down at her white T-shirt and jeans. They felt too plain, almost out of place for what lay ahead. Without fuss, she pulled a refined blouse from her bag and draped it over her shoulders, the soft fabric lending her a touch of poise.

The Morrison family residence.

Nestled in the heart of Isonridge, where land was more valuable than gold, the Morrison estate sprawled in quiet majesty. The grounds resembled an opulent park, not as vast as the Norris Mansion but exuding an understated elegance that demanded respect.

Carrie followed Daxton through the meticulously groomed garden. Their steps echoed faintly along a stone-paved corridor that led to the main courtyard.

The oppressive summer heat clung to Isonridge like a second skin, with hot winds swirling mercilessly. But here, in the Morrison garden, century-old trees cast a protective shade. The cool air carried the faint, sweet aroma of blooming flowers, offering a reprieve from the scorching day.

During the car ride, Daxton had briefed her on the family.

Morrison, a business prodigy and heir apparent, and Jenesis Morrison, a performance coach who was currently working with Carrie’s company. Kody’s two sons rounded out the family: Reece, a renowned businessman in his own right, and Arion,

residence, Carrie followed Daxton into the grand main hall. The space was vast, its polished floors reflecting the light streaming through tall windows.

man with silver hair. His upright posture radiated quiet authority, and the resemblance

eagerness that softened his dignified presence. “You

gestured toward him. “This is your grandfather’s brother,

inclined her head slightly. “Mr.

blossom within her. There was an ease to Luca’s presence, a quiet familiarity that brushed aside the awkwardness she

formality with an affectionate chuckle. “Do not call me Mr. Morrison! I am your grandfather’s brother. Just

she said, her voice

“Yes,”

with a commanding presence and