My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 620
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Chapter 620:
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Jenesis chimed in, “Carrie, don’t worry. Isonridge has many skilled doctors. Tomorrow, I’ll personally take you to see one. Your injuries are still fresh, but you’re young and strong—you’ll recover.”
To be loved was to feel safe, grounded, and whole. For the first time, the pain and grief she carried felt a little lighter, as though the warmth of her newfound family could truly begin to heal the wounds of her past.
The family dinner was a grand affair, with the dining table adorned by an array of dishes featuring expensive, high-quality ingredients. Kody and Jenesis had taken it upon themselves to prepare their signature recipes, which added an intimate, personal touch to the opulent evening.
It was almost surreal. A stoic business tycoon and a celebrated actress, both renowned in their fields, cooking for Carrie—a junior member of the family. It was the kind of story no one would believe unless they had seen it with their own eyes.
Yet, amidst the lively dinner preparations, one seat at the table remained conspicuously empty. Arion was nowhere to be seen.
As the family settled and the first plates were passed around, Carrie hesitated, her voice soft but clear. “Shouldn’t we wait for my other cousin to join us?” Her question brought an abrupt pause. The family exchanged glances, and for a moment, the room was silent. Then realization dawned that she was referring to Arion.
Kody broke the silence with a casual wave of his hand. “Do not worry about him. He is abroad at the moment. We have not informed him about this family reunion yet.”
With that, he picked up a piece of shrimp and carefully placed it on Carrie’s plate. “Try this,” he said warmly. “I made it myself. Daxton mentioned you enjoy spicy food. Our family may be rooted in Isonridge, but somehow, we have all developed a taste for spice.”
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Not to be outdone, Jenesis leaned over, adding a slice of spicy beef from the salad to Carrie’s plate. “This recipe,” she began with a proud smile, “I learned from a Michelin chef. I made it especially for you.”
Carrie tasted both dishes, her expression lighting up as she praised their efforts. “They are both delicious. The shrimp is perfectly tender, and the beef is bursting with flavor.” The atmosphere around the table grew warm and animated. Perhaps deliberately, no one brought up Carrie’s past experiences. Instead, the conversation danced around lighter topics—her work, her future, and, eventually, her connection with Daxton.
Kody turned his attention to Daxton, his gaze the measured look of a man evaluating a potential nephew-in-law. “Daxton and our family share quite a history,” he remarked. “Back when I was in Steu Skua, it was Daxton who came to my aid. Funny enough, his middle name is the same as mine—it almost feels like fate intended us to be connected.”
Daxton responded humbly, “We are all from Mothor, Mr. Morrison. If our roles had been reversed, I am certain you would have done the same for me.”
Catching the drift of her brother’s words, Jenesis shifted the conversation toward Carrie, her tone gently probing. “Carrie, have you given any thought to your future plans? There are many exceptional young men from families of similar standing. You are young, with plenty of opportunities to meet someone you like.”
Carrie paused, her hand hovering mid-air with her fork. A wistful smile softened her face as she answered, “Thank you for your concern, Aunt Jenesis, but no. I have allowed relationships to interfere with my work far too often in the past. My last relationship drained me—my energy, my courage. I do not think I have it in me to go through that again anytime soon.”
Her words hung in the air, and a fleeting shadow passed across Daxton’s face. Yet, he masked it quickly, offering a thoughtful smile. “Fate has its own plans,” he said gently. “If something is meant to be, it will happen in its own time.”
His gaze lingered on her, his eyes reflecting a quiet longing that he kept to himself.
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