My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 819:

Although Daxton was the future cousin-in-law that Reece had favored, a knot of discomfort twisted in his stomach as he watched Daxton move so casually around his cousin. There was a sense of intrusion, a feeling that Daxton didn’t consider him at all—neither as a future cousin-in-law nor as a friend.

From behind, Carrie caught sight of the exchange and knew she was in trouble. This is bad. This is so bad. She had to come up with a reasonable explanation.

In that moment, Carrie suddenly realized she hadn’t brushed her teeth or washed her face yet. The thought made her cringe. Feeling a bit self-conscious, she hurried to retreat into her room, slamming the door behind her.noveldrama

Reece’s gaze shifted, past Daxton, toward her bedroom. Just in time to see her slam the door shut. That was Carrie’s room.

His gaze snapped back to Daxton. His mind had already jumped to the worst possible conclusion. They slept together.

To Reece, Carrie’s behavior was nothing more than shyness. Daxton must have taken advantage of her, and now she was too embarrassed to face him. His expression darkened at the thought. With a sharp tilt of his chin, he gestured toward the apartment. His voice was low, edged with unspoken warning. “Let’s go inside and talk.”

Daxton easily saw through Reece’s assumptions but made no explanation. Instead, he stepped aside, feigning indifference. “What do you want to talk about?” he asked, his tone light, almost amused.

Reece shot him a cold glare and strode in without another word. As he bent down to remove his shoes, his gaze fell on Daxton’s feet. Those slippers.

A flicker of recognition passed through Reece’s eyes. Those weren’t just any slippers. Carrie had once sent him a picture of them, proudly telling him she had picked them out just for him during a trip to the supermarket.

They were cheap, ordinary plastic slippers, but they had meant something—her first-ever gift to him.

Daxton followed Reece’s gaze and chuckled, immediately grasping the situation. “Carrie said these were for you, but since you weren’t wearing them, I put them to use first.” He turned, retrieving a different pair from the shoe rack—sleek, expensive, brand new. “I bought you these instead. They’re your size.”

Reece didn’t move. He made no effort to change shoes, his expression unreadable.

Daxton gave him a puzzled look.

A moment passed before Reece finally spoke, his voice slightly strained. “You wear those. Give me the ones you have on.”

Daxton blinked, momentarily speechless. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered. “I’ve already worn them. Just take the new ones. I’ll have Carrie get you another pair later.”

But Reece remained firm. “I want those.”

For a moment, Daxton was certain he was dealing with Arion instead. Was this really Reece Morrison—the composed, pragmatic businessman who had elevated the Morrison family empire to new heights? He was actually arguing over a pair of slippers?

Resigned, Daxton exhaled and slipped them off, swapping them for the luxury pair.

Only then did Reece finally remove his shoes and step into the slippers, looking oddly satisfied.

Without another glance at Daxton, he strode to the refrigerator, methodically unpacking the groceries.

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