My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 1040

Chapter 1040:

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Daxton slipped his arm around her and gave her a reassuring pat. “Pregnancy can heighten your senses. I read somewhere that expecting mothers often get anxious—like worrying their husbands will stray.”

He looked at her meaningfully. “You’ve survived so much already. It’s good that you stay cautious. But don’t let that turn into constant worry. Being overly stressed can…”

“Lead to depression, and that’s not good for you or the baby.” He smiled gently. “I want our baby to grow up healthy and strong. Besides, Kristopher’s team was stationed upstairs, and the hospital’s cameras cover every corner, so no one would dare try anything here.”

The way he said our baby sent a ripple through Carrie’s heart.

She stepped closer, leaning lightly against him. “Thank you, Daxton.”

Daxton hadn’t planned to do more—but from the corner of his eye, he spotted Kristopher getting out of a car nearby, staring straight at them.

Without missing a beat, he lifted his hand, cupped Carrie’s face, and placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.

From Kristopher’s vantage point, it looked like a full kiss.

A sharp stab of pain hit Kristopher’s chest. His grip tightened around the bouquet in his hand until the delicate flowers were crushed beneath his fingers. He said nothing. He had no right to march over and confront Daxton.

He’d already uncovered much about their past—about Carrie and his own history together. The version he’d pieced together pointed to a deep, unshakable bond between them.

Even if his memories hadn’t returned, the possessiveness he felt and the countless obstacles he’d faced told him the same thing. Their love was real.

“Mr. Norris, your hand—!” his driver exclaimed, eyes wide with alarm.

Kristopher glanced down. The bouquet’s thorns had pierced his palm. Bright red blood seeped through the crisp white wrapping, blooming like a scar. He handed the bouquet to the driver without a second glance.

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“Throw this away. Bring a fruit basket upstairs instead.”

The driver accepted it hesitantly, eyeing Kristopher’s bleeding hand.

“Sir, your hand…”

“This is a hospital. I’ll have a nurse wrap it up,” Kristopher said lightly.

But his thoughts weren’t on his injury. His eyes remained fixed on the pair ahead, his heart a storm of quiet resolve. They had once been in love—he was sure of it. And no matter what stood in the way, he would find a way to win her back.

At the Herrera estate, the three sat in the living room, deep in conversation.

“What?!” Kathleen’s voice shot up as her teacup slipped from her hands and shattered on the floor. She stared at Aliza, stunned. “Carrie… is from the Hinks family?!”

Beside her, Bernie’s expression was equally shaken, though he kept a tighter grip on his composure.

A servant rushed in to clean the mess, but Bernie raised a hand to stop him. “Leave. This doesn’t concern you. No matter what you hear, don’t come in unless I call for you.”

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