My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 915:

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No. She shook the thought away almost immediately. She had lost the ability to conceive long ago.

Even when she had been healthy, it had taken multiple attempts before she was able to get pregnant. There was no way it would be so effortless for her to get pregnant now, not with her body in its current state. She let out a quiet, wry chuckle to herself. She was just overthinking.

When Daxton noticed Carrie’s discomfort, he quickly said, “Let’s chat for a bit while I keep you company.”

He pulled out his phone, searching for headache remedies.

Seeing him tapping away on his phone, Carrie couldn’t help but pout. “You told me to stay off my phone, and there you are, glued to yours.” Her voice unintentionally took on a flirtatious tone.

Carrie was taken aback by her own words. Even with Kristopher, whom she had married, she seldom displayed such playfulness.

At first, their interactions had been nothing more than polite and formal. Over time, though, their conversations turned into frequent arguments. Now, she found herself measuring love by the experiences of her past. With Daxton, she felt an ease reminiscent of when she was engrossed in scripting or directing, causing her to wonder if this was what true love felt like.

Daxton turned his phone toward her, displaying a search on remedies for headaches, his smile warm and caring.

Setting his phone aside, he positioned his hands around her head, his fingers softly kneading her temples.

In a gentle tone, he inquired, “Is the pressure fine?”

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Unaccustomed to such closeness, Carrie’s hand emerged from beneath the covers, ready to remove his.

With a flush of embarrassment, she murmured, “Daxton, the medicine’s already helping. There’s no need for this, really.”

Daxton gently repositioned her hand beneath the blanket, saying, “Relax, just trust me.”

He carefully tucked the blanket around her, ensuring she was comfortably wrapped before continuing the gentle massage at her temples. “Try closing your eyes.”

The pressure he applied was soothing, and Carrie found herself genuinely relaxing under his touch.

In the silence of the room, no words were exchanged; they simply shared the peaceful moment.

Carrie never thought she’d find herself in a bedroom with a man other than Kristopher, sharing such an easy, natural moment.

Then again, even with Kristopher, that had never been possible.

With Kristopher, intimacy had only ever meant one thing.

Memories of their times together involuntarily flashed through her mind, stirring a warmth in her that she quickly stifled.

Snapping back to reality, she pushed the thoughts aside. She mentally scolded herself—how could she even entertain the idea of being with her ex while her current boyfriend was right there?

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