My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 929:

Carrie instinctively tried to pull her hand back. “Daxton, this is too much… It’s not even a special occasion.”

She glanced at the watch, feeling a weight far heavier than its carats. She knew how tirelessly Daxton worked, how he had built his success from the ground up without the backing of his family—just like she had. She understood the struggle.

Receiving such an extravagant gift from him didn’t fill her with delight—it filled her with guilt.

“Do I need a special occasion to give my girlfriend a gift?” Daxton held her wrist firmly, ensuring the clasp was secure before finally meeting her gaze. “Do you like it?”

Carrie hesitated, then finally nodded. “I love it. Thank you, Daxton.” A moment later, an idea struck her. She reached for a green diamond necklace resting on her dressing table. Holding it up, she smiled. “It’s a perfect match.”

Daxton took the necklace from her hands and stepped closer. “Let me.” He leaned in, the warmth of his presence wrapping around her as he fastened the delicate chain at the nape of her neck. His hands lingered on her shoulders for a brief moment before he murmured, “You look beautiful.”

don’t have to thank me in the future. It’s part

skin, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine. The proximity was unfamiliar, unsettling. “O-Okay,” she

didn’t push any further. After a brief pause, he stepped back, maintaining

small breath of relief. If this were Kristopher… Her thoughts drifted, unbidden. Kristopher would never stop at such subtle gestures. He wouldn’t hesitate. If he wanted something, he would take it—without concern for what she

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was thoughtful, patient, and kind—yet she still

despite being in this trial phase of their relationship, she still saw him as a friend, a confidant… but not quite a boyfriend. Beside her, Daxton took in her stiff posture and distant expression. He

tried, no matter how much time passed, it felt as if an

wasn’t entirely true. She wouldn’t let

didn’t understand how Kristopher could hurt her repeatedly, yet

side. As long as she remained close, Kristopher—or any other man—would never have