My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 722

Chapter 722:

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Kristopher’s grip tightened, the veins in his hand visible now, causing Daxton to wince slightly.

Kristopher sneered, his tone laced with venom. “Why don’t you struggle? Why don’t you fight back? Playing the helpless victim again? You’re awfully skilled at these little tricks.”

Hearing this, Carrie noticed the redness forming around Daxton’s wrist. Her eyes narrowed in anger, and she quickly reached out to pry Kristopher’s hand away. “Let him go!” she demanded. “If you hurt him, I won’t forgive you.”

Kristopher turned his gaze to her, his expression one of betrayal and hurt. “You won’t forgive me? For him?”

Carrie let out a cold, brittle laugh. “You’re taking the side of a man you’ve never met and a woman who’s tried to harm me multiple times. But Daxton? He’s known me for years. He’s taken care of me. He’s even saved my life. So tell me, Kristopher, why can’t I protect him?”

Kristopher’s jaw tightened, his grip loosening. “Fine,” he said bitterly, throwing Daxton’s hand aside. “He’s your hero, and I’m the villain.”

Ignoring his words, Carrie turned to Daxton and took his wrist, inspecting the damage. Seeing that it was only slightly red, she finally exhaled in relief. Daxton looked at her with concern, his tone soft. “Can I carry you?”

Carrie hesitated for a moment, glancing at Kristopher. Then, with a defiant tilt of her chin, she replied, “I’d appreciate it.”

Part of her wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible, and another part of her wanted Kristopher to feel the sting of her rejection. If she refused Daxton, Kristopher would have gloated, and she wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction.

Daxton gave Kristopher a polite but pointed nod. “Excuse me, Mr. Norris.” With that, Daxton scooped Carrie up into his arms effortlessly.

Kristopher instinctively stepped closer, as though afraid she might fall, but stopped himself from interfering. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he watched Daxton carry her towards the exit.

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As they passed Omar, Daxton’s gaze fell on him. “Is this the guy?” he asked Carrie. “How did you run into him?”

Carrie nodded, her tone clipped. “Yes. I ran into him at the mall. He was harassing me.”

Hearing this, Daxton stopped abruptly and turned to look at Omar, his expression hardening. “You harassed my girlfriend?” he said coldly. “I’ll be calling the police to press charges.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Kristopher snapped, his voice low and sharp.

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