My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 904

Chapter 904:

Turning to Daxton, she asked, “Is there more in the pot? I’ll get a bowl for Kyson.”

Daxton glanced at Kyson, then stood up smoothly. “There is.” He didn’t hesitate, nor did he let Kyson have the satisfaction of serving himself. “You keep eating,” Daxton said, his voice calm. “I’ll get it.”

Carrie nodded, taking another small bite. “Okay. Thank you, Daxton.” Her voice was soft and casual.

Daxton, however, leaned slightly closer—his voice dropping into something almost teasing. “I never treated you as an outsider, but you’re treating me like one.”

His tone was light, almost playful. Like a husband flirting with his wife. Kyson ignored the moment entirely. Instead, he casually took off his coat, draped it over the back of his chair, and rolled up his sleeves. “Thank you, Mr. Garcia,” he said smoothly.

Daxton glanced back but didn’t respond. With deliberate ease, he walked into the kitchen, leaving Kyson and Carrie alone. Kyson leaned back in his seat, watching Carrie as she focused on her meal. And in that moment, the dynamic had shifted.

Kyson was no longer the outsider. And Daxton?

simply continued to eat, oblivious to

porridge in his hands. But

it a “bowl” was generous—it was practically the size of a small pot. At least four or five times the

face calm and sincere, smiled. “Since you’re hungry, you should eat more.” He patted Kyson’s shoulder like an

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large bowl in front of him. His expression barely shifted,

be impolite. But finishing it all? That was a challenge he hadn’t signed up

if he were rejecting Daxton’s hospitality. If he ate it all, though, he’d

pause, she gently pushed her bowl toward Kyson. “Kyson, it’s not good to eat too much at night.” She smiled, completely unaware of the silent war

her gratefully, wasting no time in scooping a portion into her bowl. Finally, an escape