My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 988:

Two more games followed the same pattern. Each time, Daxton was on the verge of victory, only to make a baffling, almost childlike mistake at the crucial moment.

Carrie’s amusement faded, replaced by an unsettling realization. The warmth in her eyes disappeared, leaving only a cold, detached expression.

Daxton gathered the pieces back into the box, glancing up at her with a casual smile. “One more round?”

Carrie stood abruptly. Her voice was quiet but firm. “What’s the point of this?”

Something in her tone made Daxton pause.

His expression shifted slightly, confusion flashing across his face. “What do you mean?”

She met his gaze without hesitation. “Daxton, I’m not stupid. What’s the point of playing if you’re just going to let me win?”

Kristopher. At first, she had lost every game, but he had never gone easy on her. Every match had been a true battle—a clash of strategy and

repeated losses, she had learned. She had studied his tactics, analyzed her own weaknesses, and gradually,

at times. But each loss had

of that. Instead, she felt belittled. As if her effort didn’t deserve to be taken

had unconsciously compared Kristopher and Daxton earlier,

unsettling thought. Whenever she deliberately weighed the two men against each other, Daxton always seemed to come

with his usual warmth. “What are you talking about?” he said lightly. “It’s just a game. Do we really need to treat it like a championship match? I just wanted to make

you feel better, you can

daze, frowning. “What are

palm against his cheek, holding it there as he looked at her with a playful glint in his

can’t bear to, can

warmth of his skin grounding her. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “You’re right. It’s just a game. I overreacted.” She paused, frustration flickering across her face.