My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 914:

Daxton turned back to Carrie, the cold edge in his eyes melting away, replaced by a soft, affectionate smile. “It’s late,” he said gently. “Let’s go home.”

Without waiting for a response, he led her away.

Kristopher didn’t stop them. He simply stood there, watching as they disappeared into the night.

That evening, Carrie had assumed she wouldn’t be able to sleep after resting the entire day, so she and Daxton stopped by a street vendor, picking up bags of spicy snacks to enjoy while watching a late-night show.

But the moment they returned to the apartment, a dull ache settled in her head, growing heavier with each passing minute.

Seeing her discomfort, Daxton immediately fetched medicine and a glass of warm water, watching over her as she took it.

She glanced longingly at the food on the table.

“You’re not eating those tonight,” Daxton said firmly, following her gaze. “Go to bed early. Maybe you caught a chill while we were out. I’ll get you fresh ones tomorrow.”

Carrie frowned. She didn’t think it had anything to do with the cold—if anything, she blamed Kristopher for giving her a headache. The mere thought of him was enough to ruin her mood.

Shaking him from her mind, she playfully countered, “No need to buy new ones tomorrow. If we leave them overnight, the sauce will soak in, and they’ll taste even better.”

Daxton let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. He reached out, ruffling her hair with a touch of helpless affection. “I know, I know,” he said with a smile. “I’ll save them for you.”

With that, he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently guided her toward the bedroom. He didn’t leave until he made sure she had washed up, settled into bed, and was tucked in properly.noveldrama

Carrie reached for her phone, but before she could grab it, Daxton swiftly took it from her hands and placed it back on the nightstand. “If your head hurts, don’t stare at a screen. It’ll only make it worse,” he said, his tone gentle but firm. “Get some rest.”

“Oh, okay…” Carrie mumbled, reluctantly snuggling under the blankets, only her head peeking out. She blinked up at him with pleading eyes.

Daxton sighed, already knowing what was coming. “Can’t sleep?” She nodded. “I slept all day, and we were only out for a little while. I should feel energized, but for some reason, my body feels… off.”

Daxton sat at the edge of the bed, his expression turning serious. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately. You need to start taking better care of yourself.”

Carrie didn’t respond. She didn’t agree with him—her body had been through worse, and she had never felt like this before. A strange thought flickered in her mind. Her current state… it reminded her of something. It felt eerily similar to how she had felt when she was pregnant before.

The moment the thought surfaced, an image flashed in her mind—the unfamiliar face of the man from the hotel that night.

Her stomach tightened. There had been no protection that night. And she hadn’t taken emergency contraception afterward, worried that it would interfere with the herbal medicine she had been taking at the time.

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