My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 682

Chapter 682:

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Carrie scanned the room and noted the absence of any servants. It wasn’t surprising—like her, the Morrison family valued their privacy and preferred to keep their household free of constant staff.

Carrie sighed, already standing. “I’ll grab some from the kitchen. You two can talk.”

“I—I’ll go with you,” Marina blurted out, almost tripping over her words. Carrie waved her off without a second thought. “No need. It’s only a two-minute walk.”

Daxton broke the tension, his voice soft. “Miss Webster, have we met before?”

Carrie disappeared before Marina could protest further, leaving her alone with Daxton.

Carrie glanced back as she walked toward the kitchen, noticing Marina’s hesitant movements. A smirk played on her lips. Perhaps Marina, with her romantic streak, was contemplating something absurd—like buying the Morrison family’s entire kitchen for some outlandish reason.

Not a chance! Carrie thought.

Meanwhile, Daxton, watching Carrie disappear around the corner, shifted his focus back to Marina. He leaned forward slightly, his tone gentler now, almost probing. “I feel like there’s some misunderstanding,” he said, his dark eyes searching hers. “You seem… a little afraid of me.”

“No, no, I’m fine,” she insisted, though her voice betrayed her.

His lips curved into a gentle smile. “Alright. If you say so.” He paused, as if deliberating. “I guess we couldn’t have met before. I’ve only been to Izrosa once. That was last summer.”

Marina’s head shot up, her expression betraying her surprise. “Summer? You went to Izrosa in the summer?”

Daxton raised an eyebrow, confused. “Yeah. Business trip. It was my first time signing a contract there.”

Her face fell into a contemplative frown. “Wasn’t it winter?”

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“Winter?” he asked. “Why would it be winter?”

Realizing her slip, Marina quickly backtracked. “I just mean… Izrosa is more beautiful in winter. That’s all.”

Daxton shrugged. “Unfortunately, I haven’t been there in winter.”

Marina frowned, her skepticism lingering. “You’ve never seen the snow in Izrosa?” she pressed, her voice tinged with hesitation.

The memory of that snowy day still haunted her.

He shook his head, his confusion deepening. “I went to Izrosa in the summer. Snow doesn’t exactly fall in that season,” he replied, chuckling softly. His tone was light, but his eyes sharpened, studying her closely. “Miss Webster, the strange questions? Could it be… you’ve mistaken me for someone else?”

“Mistake you…” Marina murmured, her earlier suspicion now turning into certainty.

Daxton leaned back, his posture relaxed yet deliberate. “It happens more than you’d think,” he said with a shrug. “People claim they’ve seen me in all kinds of places I’ve never been. Odd, considering I don’t think I have one of those forgettable faces.”

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