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

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

to contain his happiness. Then, suddenly, he let go—only to

world spun around Carrie. A rush of weightlessness, the blur of streetlights, and the hushed murmurs of passing strangers. By the time 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

raised a brow, completely unfazed. “What’s embarrassing about it?” he asked, his tone relaxed. “Why so serious? We’re not middle-aged. You’re only in your early twenties. Some college students who started schooling late

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had struck a nerve. Carrie blinked. Right… she was only twenty-four. But when 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 far beyond her years. In her mind,

faint melancholy in her eyes. Under the dim glow of the streetlights, Daxton

her down, he suddenly felt awkward—his hands still hovered in mid-air, unsure

if remembering something, his gaze sharpened. Before she could react, Daxton’s hands cupped

second, he

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