My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1068:

Satisfied that he had delivered the message he intended, Daxton didn’t try to stop them. “I really am sorry for what happened earlier,” he said smoothly. “I wasn’t paying attention while talking to Carrie. Luckily, no one got hurt. I’ll come by another time to apologize properly.”

Jacob forced a courteous smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You’re far too kind, Mr. Dury. I’ve still got a lot to learn,” said Daxton with a slight nod, though his mind was already elsewhere, chasing more personal intentions.

Once the Hinks couple disappeared down the hall, he made his way back to the corridor, where Carrie stood scanning the space like she was expecting someone. Her shoulders relaxed when she saw him coming, and a faint smile tugged at her lips.

Closing the distance in a few brisk steps, Daxton spoke up before she could say a word. “Jacob took Kelsey for a follow-up. Let’s leave here.”

Carrie let out a quiet breath, clearly relieved. The last thing she wanted was an awkward dinner invitation she couldn’t turn down.

With a light touch, Daxton reached out and tousled her hair. “You’re in the clear. All the tests say you’re doing great. And the baby’s perfectly healthy.”

From the folder he carried, he pulled out a bundle of reports and handed them to her.

She skimmed the top page, then tucked them against her chest. “Let’s not mention any of this to my family. They’ll only overreact.” She was more concerned that if her family found out, they wouldn’t allow her to wander out freely in the following months of her pregnancy.

Looking away for a second, Daxton’s expression shifted, guilt flickering in his eyes. “I should’ve done more. You’re the one who nearly got hurt, and you’re still covering for me. That’s not fair to you.”

Not knowing what to say, Carrie just gave a half-smile and murmured, “It’s fine.”

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Switching gears, Daxton tried to lighten the mood. “What do you think about catching a movie? This place is crawling with germs. We can wait for a car outside.”

Carrie shook her head slowly. “I’m still feeling a little off. Maybe next time. I just want to lie down.”

“You’re right. I didn’t think it through. You’ve had a rough day. Get some rest,” said Daxton, nodding without a moment’s pause.

Watching how easily he accepted her answer, she felt a quiet comfort settle over her. Daxton always knew when to push and when to simply let her be.

With one hand on his phone, Daxton guided Carrie toward the hospital’s entrance and requested a ride.

Because cars weren’t allowed to idle by the curb, he asked her to wait beneath the nearest tree, where the shade offered some relief from the afternoon heat.

Filtered sunlight danced through the leaves, creating a shifting glare on the pavement. Carrie raised her hand to block the brightness—only to freeze when a familiar voice cut through the air behind her. “You’re at the hospital? Are you not feeling well?”noveldrama

That voice belonged to Kristopher.

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