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

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

under her breath, “Shut

Daxton approached her, his demeanor calm and reassuring. “Do not let people like that ruin your mood,” he said softly. “Come on, let

city of Isonridge shimmered under a blanket of dazzling lights. From a vantage point high above, the endless streams of traffic

to the wealthy, it was a haven of extravagance—a city that promised

at a local restaurant in Orkset could skyrocket to thousands in Isonridge, served as

Carrie could not help but feel a pang of unease. She had no desire to relive the flavors of home badly enough to

silently in the passenger seat. “How have you been with the Morrison family lately, Carrie?” he asked, his

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

eyes reflecting the soft, ambient light. “Thank you, Daxton, for completing that picture for me. You helped me find what I