My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1069:

Turning slowly, she lowered her arm and looked over her shoulder.

He was really there—this wasn’t a trick of the light or her imagination. Kristopher stood just a few steps behind, his face cast in sharp angles beneath the sun, concern resting behind his usual calm.

The bright light had left her vision slightly spotted, and for a second, everything felt just a bit off.

Even so, she had no interest in figuring out what was going through his head. Instead, she dropped her gaze, stepped away from him, and replied softly, “Yes.”

His eyes drifted to the papers in her hands. One look at the scan, and his tone shifted. “Is something wrong with the baby?”noveldrama

He remembered hearing rumors—about the bullet wound, the supposed infertility. Her pregnancy must have been anything but easy. Unbidden, a memory surfaced. That hazy night at the hotel. Blurred, but not forgotten.

And with it came a dangerous thought—what if the child was his?

Carrie hadn’t planned on having a conversation, especially not with him. But the second he questioned the baby’s health, her instincts kicked in. “The baby’s fine. I’m just here for a routine check-up.” She guarded those words carefully. To her, this child wasn’t just a life—it was a miracle. She wouldn’t allow any negative thoughts to touch it, even by accident.

Despite her calm delivery, Kristopher didn’t buy it. Appointments like this usually happened in the morning, not immediately after something as draining as her assessment at the Music Association. The timing felt off.

Still, he could tell she didn’t want to talk. So for once, he held his tongue.

Things between them were already fragile. Pushing too hard now would only make her retreat further.

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Through the sea of slow-moving vehicles, Daxton caught sight of the car he’d ordered weaving toward the curb. When he glanced back, he noticed Kristopher standing far too close to Carrie, who kept her gaze pinned to the ground as they talked.

The easy look on Daxton’s face vanished. In a few long strides, he placed himself between them without hesitation.

His stare landed squarely on Kristopher, calm but unmistakably sharp, like someone ready to defend what mattered.

Not that it changed anything for Kristopher. His expression stayed flat, as if Daxton’s presence meant nothing at all. It never had—not before the memory loss, and certainly not after.

To him, Daxton’s skills never outweighed the slippery tactics he used. Anything built on unstable ground was bound to collapse sooner or later.

Without offering so much as a greeting, Daxton turned to Carrie and spoke with quiet ease. “Carrie, the car’s here. Let’s go home.” The phrasing wasn’t casual. It wasn’t “I’ll take you home.” It was “Let’s.”

A small twist, enough to suggest to Kristopher that they still shared a roof.

Still disoriented from earlier and startled by Kristopher’s sudden appearance, Carrie didn’t register the intent behind Daxton’s words. She simply nodded. “Okay.”

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