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.

down on her as she added, “I admit my request is a bit much.” Her voice was quieter now, unsure. “If you’re not willing, just pretend

that she instantly looked up. Daxton took a step closer, his eyes filled

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 the

she 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, “Come on, we’re grown-ups now. Don’t be so childish—it’s

only in your early twenties. Some college students who started schooling late are even older than you.” He gently

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had she last felt her age? She had been a wife. Almost a mother. She had experienced loss, betrayal, survival—things that had aged her

her head slightly, hiding the faint melancholy in her eyes. Under the dim glow of the streetlights, Daxton only thought she was shy, missing the subtle look of dejection on

he suddenly felt awkward—his hands

if remembering something, his gaze sharpened. Before she could

the next second, he

parted lips. For a second, it seemed like he might… But at