My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 908

Chapter 908:

But then again, she hadn’t loved Kristopher at first sight either. They had married first, and feelings had developed later.

If she had been willing to give Kristopher a chance, even though he had never truly loved her, then… why not Daxton?

How could she let one failed love, one painful experience, shut the door on every possibility?

The thought took root in her heart. She looked up at Daxton, her voice soft but firm. “At most… I can agree to give it a try. But I can’t accept any overly intimate behavior for now. And… I don’t want to tell anyone yet. Publicly, we’ll still be friends.”

The moment the words left her lips, guilt flooded her chest. She suddenly felt like a terrible person, like she was keeping her options open, stringing him along without fully committing.

admit my request is a bit much.” Her voice was quieter now, unsure. “If you’re not willing,

so certain, that she instantly looked up. Daxton took a step closer, his eyes filled with pure, unrestrained joy. Before she could react, he took

held her hand for a long time, as if this single gesture wasn’t enough to contain his happiness. Then, suddenly, he let go—only to wrap his arms around her waist instead. He lifted her off the ground and spun her in a full circle on

snapped back to reality, she noticed curious glances from pedestrians—some smiling knowingly, others watching with amusement. Heat crept up her neck, and she quickly reached out, giving Daxton’s shoulder a light pat as she whispered,

“Why so serious? We’re not middle-aged. You’re only in your early twenties.

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she was only twenty-four. But when had she last felt her age? She had been a wife. Almost a mother. She had

lowered her head slightly, hiding the faint melancholy in her eyes. Under the dim glow of the streetlights, Daxton only thought

her down, he suddenly felt awkward—his hands still hovered

she could

next second, he

gaze lowered, brushing over her slightly parted lips. For a second, it seemed like he might… But at the last moment, he tilted his head slightly—and instead of kissing her lips, he pressed a gentle peck