My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 684

Chapter 684:

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Fortunately, Marina’s innocence was clear. Daxton weighed his options and decided it was safer to take a calculated risk, letting her believe she had simply mistaken him for someone else.

Daxton hadn’t expected the situation to resolve so smoothly. Carrie’s remark had been an unexpected boon, steering the conversation exactly where he needed it to go.

He glanced at her with a hint of admiration.

It felt almost like fate, the way her words had perfectly reinforced his story. Coming from a third party, it carried a weight his own reassurances wouldn’t have had.

Carrie broke his thoughts by handing him a slice of bread. “Here, let’s eat together,” she said brightly, her tone carefree.

“I want some too.” Before Daxton could take the bread, Marina reached out and snatched it from Carrie’s hand.

“Hey!” Carrie exclaimed, blinking in surprise. “Didn’t you just buy the breakfast Reece made for me? Is it not enough? Or…” She tilted her head, her lips curling into a smirk. “Do you just have a massive appetite?”

Marina’s eyes shifted uneasily, her tone defensive. “Can’t I just want another piece of bread? I gave you 300,000—asking for one more piece isn’t too much, is it?”

Carrie arched an eyebrow but let it slide. She knew Marina wanted to keep the breakfast Reece had prepared as a keepsake, though she chose not to bring it up.

The three ate in silence, the air thick with unspoken thoughts.

Finally, Daxton broke the quiet. “A new shopping street is opening today. Want to check it out? The restaurant we’re going to for lunch is nearby.”

“Sure,” Carrie replied with a nod, her tone neutral.

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Marina’s response was abrupt, her irritation clear. She set her glass of juice down with an audible clink. “First come, first served. I was here first, and I’m hanging out with Carrie later. You can schedule her for another day.”

The tension in her voice betrayed her intent. Marina wasn’t here just for idle chatter. She had noticed her brother’s growing interest in Carrie and saw an opportunity—not just for him, but for herself.

If Kyson could win Carrie over, it might give Marina more reasons to be around Reece.

Carrie frowned slightly, her confusion evident.

Daxton, calm as ever, pulled out his phone and handed it to Marina with a quiet smile. “If we’re going by ‘first come, first served,’ I made plans with Carrie last night.”

Marina’s defiance wavered. She put the bread back down, her face flushing.

“Fine. I’m full. I’ll go with you.”

Daxton said gently, “If Carrie agrees, I don’t have any objections.”

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