My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 681

Chapter 681:

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Marina shot to her feet, stepping between Carrie and the table like a shield. Her arms spread wide, her voice taut with frustration. “You! How can you say one thing and do another?”

Carrie tilted her head, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “You were the one who called me greedy. For the Morrison family’s reputation, I thought it best to follow your advice.”

Her words dripped with mockery, but it was her demeanor that stole the moment. A faint glimmer lit Carrie’s eyes, her beauty so effortless it felt almost unfair.

Standing in flats, Marina was at least half a head shorter. Carrie’s gaze bore down on her, teasing and unyielding. The proximity was suffocating, and Marina could feel the faint warmth of Carrie’s breath brushing her skin.

Marina stammered, taking a clumsy step back. She dropped her gaze, staring at her own feet as if they were the most fascinating thing in the room. “Sorry. I misspoke,” she muttered, her voice barely audible.

Carrie, satisfied with Marina’s retreat, swept back into her chair with the grace of someone used to being obeyed. She gestured at the plate in front of her. “Go ahead. Eat while it’s hot.”

Before Marina could respond, a familiar voice cut through the tension. “Looks like the breakfast I bring will be wasted.”

Daxton’s arrival was as casual as always. The Morrison family had practically rolled out the red carpet for him, treating him as both a savior and Carrie’s future husband. He walked in like he owned the place, two bags swinging at his sides.

Daxton’s gaze swept over the room. His eyes landed on Marina, who had shifted her stool to the far side of the table, clutching her plate like a prized possession.

Carrie’s face lit up as she glanced over her shoulder. “Perfect timing,” she said with a hint of mischief. “My breakfast just got stolen.”

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Daxton smirked, piecing together the situation with ease—Arion’s social media post from earlier had given him all the clues he needed.

He exchanged a knowing smile with Carrie, their silent understanding as natural as it had been in their university days.

Carrie, sensing the shift in the air, deflected. “What did you bring?” she asked, her tone deliberately casual.

Daxton didn’t answer immediately. His attention lingered on Marina, his curiosity piqued. With a polite nod, he broke the silence. “Miss Webster, isn’t it? We meet again.”

Marina flinched at the sound of her name. Her eyes darted toward him, but only for a second before they dropped to the table. “Mr. Garcia. Hello,” she murmured, her voice trembling.

Under the table, her hand twisted the hem of her blouse, the fabric damp with cold sweat.

Carrie picked up her coffee, inspecting it like a jeweler appraising a diamond. “No sugar cubes? Really, Daxton?”

He scratched the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. “Must’ve slipped my mind.”

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