My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 650:

“Okay.” Daxton unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out first, circling around the car to open her door. His movements were smooth and unhurried, ever the gentleman.

“You go ahead,” he said, leaning casually against the car as she stepped out. “I will stay until I see you safely inside.”

Carrie nodded, offering him a small wave before heading toward the estate.

Daxton watched her retreating figure as it disappeared into the shadowy alley, only moving once she was out of sight. He retrieved a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with a flick of his lighter.

“What are you doing here?”

The deep rumble of an approaching car broke the stillness. A sleek black luxury vehicle pulled up beside him, its rear window gliding down to reveal Albin.

then away again. Taking another drag from his cigarette, he replied without looking back, “Mr. Murray, I do not believe we are on such familiar terms that we need

opened, and Albin stepped out, his eyes scanning the area. “Are you pestering Carrie

for the first time, he noticed the man sitting in the back seat: Kristopher.

half-finished cigarette under his heel, extinguishing its

into his car. Kristopher’s voice cut through the silence, slow and deliberate. “Carrie will never

face him. His lips curled into a sardonic smile. “Kristopher, what makes you believe you are so superior? Do you fancy yourself a puppet master, pulling everyone’s strings? If you’re so clever, then tell me—how did you end

did not wait for a response. He slid into the driver’s seat, revved the

as he absorbed the sting of Daxton’s parting words. Finally, he turned to Albin. “Go back to Orkset. Look into

his seat with a sigh. “Kristopher, he was just trying to provoke you. Oliver already investigated everything about Lise back then. Besides, I only just arrived in Isonridge and haven’t even seen

a colder edge. “Check the details of her heart transplant. I will even help you win your girlfriend back if

to a strange shift in the usual warmth of the Morrison family’s home. The atmosphere was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the usual lively energy. No one had

Carrie entered, the mood abruptly shifted. Smiles appeared, and voices rushed to greet her with exaggerated concern.