My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 811:

Daxton’s lips quirked in a humorless smile as he swirled the water in his glass.

“I don’t like children,” he murmured, almost to himself. His gaze dropped, shadowed by something Carrie couldn’t quite name.

“In a family like mine, love is a myth. Children aren’t raised—they’re forged, groomed to carry the weight of legacy. If that’s the only purpose of having a child, then I want no part of it.”

Carrie felt a pang in her chest. Kristopher. His life had been the same—bound by duty, shaped by expectations.

Since the banquet, she hadn’t seen him. News of him and Aliza had been scarce. If his memory hadn’t returned, then marriage was inevitable.

Would a child be next?

She pushed the thought away as Daxton took a long sip of water and exhaled. He set his glass down with a faint clink, shifting the mood with practiced ease.

“But enough about all that.

Thank you, Carrie, for agreeing to help.”

She sighed, exasperation laced with warmth.

“Daxton, it’s really nothing. You don’t need to keep thanking me. If you keep this up, I might start getting annoyed.”

He chuckled lightly.

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“I just don’t want to bring you any trouble. Living under the same roof… well, people might talk. I wouldn’t want to hurt your reputation.”

Carrie waved off his concern.

“Who would even know? The only people aware of this apartment are my family and Camille. Besides, times have changed. Opposite-sex friends share living spaces all the time—it’s not that unusual.”

Opposite-sex friends. Friends.

Something flickered across Daxton’s face, too quick to catch. He mumbled, “Right. It’s normal.”

Carrie, oblivious to the pause in his voice, glanced at his suitcase.

“Do you have more stuff to bring over?”

He shook his head, patting the luggage at his side.

“This is all I need. I keep things simple. Clothes, toiletries, the basics. I’ll still go home now and then. I decided to move in today just to keep up appearances. My mother has a habit of surprise visits, so I need to make it seem like everything’s normal.”noveldrama

His eyes found hers again, more intent this time.

“I heard that during the banquet,” he said, his voice carefully neutral, “a lot of people were eager to meet you. Did anyone catch your interest?” His eyes held hers, afraid of missing any minute expression.

Carrie met his gaze and then let out a quiet sigh.

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