My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 649:

Daxton, meanwhile, stayed rooted in place, stepping forward only to block Marina’s path with an arm outstretched. “Miss, I suggest you show some respect.”

Marina’s indignation flared as she snapped, “Do you even know who I am? How dare you—” Her words died on her lips as her eyes finally took in Daxton’s face.

Recognition struck her like a blow. Her complexion turned ashen, and she took an involuntary step back. Memories she had buried clawed their way to the surface: Daxton, abroad, severing a gang leader’s head in the middle of the street. The blood had sprayed across the white snow, steaming in the cold. That grotesque image had haunted her dreams for months.

“Why… why is it…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Daxton offered her a polite, almost gentle smile. “Do we know each other, Miss?”

shaking her head fervently. “No, we do not.” Grabbing the arm of the girl next to her, she turned sharply and hurried away, her pace

a curious glance back at Daxton. “Marina, do you know him? He seems so gentle, even

her

shift in demeanor, only noticed the group entering the elevator as she turned back. Daxton approached her, his demeanor calm and reassuring. “Do not let people like that ruin

of Isonridge shimmered under a blanket of dazzling lights. From a vantage point

most, Isonridge was merely a bustling metropolis. But to the wealthy, it was a haven of extravagance—a city that promised an endless buffet of indulgence, from fine dining to

than a modest sum at a local restaurant

flavors of home badly enough to justify such absurd prices. The

the

well. Everyone at home has been very kind to me. My

“Thank you, Daxton, for completing that picture for me.