My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 721

Chapter 721:

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The scene before him brought back a memory—one he wished he could erase. At the audition site, he had rushed past Carrie with Lise in his arms, too preoccupied to even glance back at her. He had left her there, hurt and alone. This time, at least, he had noticed her pain. He thought that was an improvement.

Not getting a response from Carrie, Kristopher squatted down, preparing to lift her.

Carrie jerked away from him, her voice sharp. “What’s more important to you, Kristopher? Your sister’s heart or Lise?”

Her question caused him to pause, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for her again. “Let’s get you to the hospital first. You’re making a scene, and now you’ve twisted your ankle. You might’ve hurt yourself worse than you think.” To Kristopher, her question seemed more like a childish outburst, a way for her to vent her frustrations. His eyes remained fixed on her ankle.

He didn’t blame her. He thought he understood—she was angry, and she needed time. In his mind, everything would be resolved eventually. All he needed was time to fix it. He would handle Lise. He would handle Omar. He would make it right.

She shoved his hand away, her eyes blazing. “I told you, I don’t need your help!”

“Carrie!”

Carrie turned, startled by the familiar voice. Her eyebrows rose slightly in surprise when she saw Daxton hurrying to her side, his face full of concern.

“Daxton?” she asked, her tone softening. “What are you doing here?”

Daxton knelt beside her, carefully examining her ankle before looking up at her. “I was worried about you,” he explained, his voice steady but filled with genuine care. “I stopped by the Morrison house earlier to check on you, but the maid said you’d gone out. I tried calling you, but you didn’t answer. When I couldn’t find you at your usual spots, I went back to the Morrison house. They told me your car is custom—”

“Made with a bulletproof system and a tracking device. They let me use the control room to locate your car, so… here I am.”

A faint apologetic smile tugged at her lips. “I’m sorry, Daxton. I didn’t mean to make everyone worry. You didn’t tell my cousins, did you?” she asked hesitantly.

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Daxton gave Carrie a reassuring look. “No, I didn’t tell them. I also asked the servants not to mention anything to your cousins for now. As soon as I saw you, I messaged the butler to let them know you’re safe.”

Carrie let out a soft sigh of relief. “Thank you. My cousins are all dealing with important matters today. If they knew about this, they’d drop everything and come rushing back. They worry about me too much. I can’t let something as trivial as this disrupt their work.”

Daxton gave her a gentle tap on the nose, pretending to be stern. “If you know how much they care, why would you risk running off to such a place by yourself? Haven’t the past incidents taught you anything?”

Before Carrie could respond, Kristopher reached over and pulled Daxton’s wrist away from her. His grip was firm, his expression cold. “Shouldn’t you keep a little distance?”

Daxton raised an eyebrow and replied evenly, “Why should I? Isn’t this how I should act with my girlfriend?”

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