My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 220

Chapter 220:

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Now, Daxton didn’t ask her what had happened to bring her to this point. Instead, he simply said, “What a coincidence. A friend invited me on a yacht trip, but the weather turned bad, so we had to dock here at Orkset’s port.”

Carrie knew that trips like those often involved gambling in international waters, a playground for the rich and powerful. She’d never known Daxton to be particularly wealthy. As far as she had been aware, he came from modest means and had relied on scholarships for his education.

After a while, she regained her calm. Her stomach growled, breaking the silence. She flushed, mortified.

Daxton stood up, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It’s already past mealtime, but I can whip up a plate of spaghetti for you.”

“Thank you,” Carrie murmured.

He chuckled softly. “I told you—there’s no need to be polite with me.” He paused at the door, glancing back. “By the way, a female staff member changed your clothes earlier.”

Daxton was still as kind and generous as she remembered him to be. Carrie nodded, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

As he left, she walked over to the window. Outside, the storm raged on, the wind and waves battering the sea. Yet, the luxury yacht held steady, with the only sign of the turbulence outside being the swaying chandelier above her. It truly was a luxury yacht.

Her relief at surviving was short-lived. She knew that once they docked, her troubles would only multiply. Alone, she had no chance of standing against the powerful Crawford family. But surrendering to their demands would only embolden Nate further.

The trending news incident nagged at her mind. It felt too calculated, too deliberate to be mere tabloid gossip. She had a strong feeling it was all set up.

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As her thoughts spiraled, Daxton pushed the door open. He carried a plate of freshly made spaghetti. Carrie’s mind flashed back to a time when Kristopher had made her a plate of spaghetti.

“Try it,” Daxton said, offering her a piece with a hopeful expression.

She snapped back to reality, quickly pushing the memory away, and took a bite. “It’s delicious,” she said, meaning it. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until now, and before she knew it, the spaghetti was gone.

Warmth spread through her, and she felt more awake and refreshed.

“Are you full?” Daxton asked, watching her closely.

Carrie hesitated, her hunger not entirely gone, but she didn’t want to trouble him further. “Yes, I’m full,” she lied, forcing a smile.

Seeing that he didn’t believe her, she repeated, more firmly, “Really, I’m full!”

Daxton’s skeptical look lingered for a moment, but he let it go, taking the empty plate and setting it aside. “Do you remember the coffee shop behind our school?”

Grateful for the lighter topic, Carrie smiled.

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