My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 818

Chapter 818:

After dinner, Daxton took it upon himself to handle the housework. Carrie was having a video conference with Ruby, so she gratefully let him take over.

The company headquarters had officially relocated to Isonridge, but there were still loose ends to tie up. Ruby remained in Orkset to oversee the transition.

The Curtis family was no ordinary family, and Ruby had spent years cementing her place in the corporate world. She commanded respect from both long-standing executives and newly hired staff. Under her leadership, the toxic elements that once plagued the company had been eradicated, making way for a more positive, thriving work environment.

Yet, life had a way of balancing triumph with turbulence. While her career was flourishing, her personal life took a sudden, unexpected turn.

Carrie never expected that Daxton’s move into her apartment would be exposed the very next day.

The alarm blared early the next morning. Groggy, Carrie rubbed her eyes and sat up, stretching lazily before padding toward the bathroom. Just as she reached for the door handle, the doorbell rang.

at the clock told her it wasn’t

on earth could

hit

care of. He must have forgotten the passcode. Shaking her head, she turned toward the front door, mentally noting how strange it felt to

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of a sudden. But before she could even reach the door, something caught her eye. Daxton. He was inside,

had just washed up. His dark hair was slightly damp, tousled in a way that seemed both careless and effortlessly appealing. For a split second, Carrie couldn’t tell if he had just arrived

froze in place. Wait. If Daxton was here, then who was at the

eyes met. Daxton, completely unfazed, grabbed a washcloth from a nearby shelf and wiped his face. He lifted a hand in greeting.

what was happening when Daxton, without hesitation, strode

no. Whoever was outside, they could not see Daxton like this. She hadn’t told anyone he was staying with her. Now, with him answering the door—in pajamas, fresh from the bathroom—it looked like he had just crawled out of her bed. And

could