My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 527:

For a moment, Daxton’s usually composed demeanor gave way to surprise. His eyes widened, and without a second’s hesitation, he pushed open the car door. “Where are you headed? Let me give you a ride. It’s not safe for you to be out alone—especially now.”

Carrie considered his offer, and though part of her hesitated, she couldn’t deny the convenience. She climbed into the car, settling into the seat beside him.

Daxton immediately handed her a small cushion. “Here, for your back,” he said, his tone almost instinctive. “Do you know yet if it’s a boy or a girl?”

Carrie placed the cushion behind her and rested a protective hand on her abdomen. “It’s too early to tell. But I’m hoping for a girl, and that she will be happy and carefree,” she replied, her voice tinged with hope.

Daxton’s expression softened as he watched her. “You’ll be a wonderful mother,” he said with quiet conviction.

After a brief pause, his voice took on a curious edge. “But you’re expecting, and he lets you run around on your own? No one’s with you?”

Carrie’s forced smile faltered.

The question pierced deeper than she had expected. “He doesn’t know yet.” Her voice dropped as a flicker of sadness crossed her face. She didn’t want to speak ill of Kristopher—not to Daxton, of all people—but the truth weighed heavily on her chest.

Trying to shift the conversation, she added quietly, “My mom’s gone, so when the baby’s born, it won’t have a grandmother’s love.”

Daxton’s gaze lingered on her, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he said gently, “I could be the child’s godfather. That way, there’s one more person to love and cherish the baby.”

The unexpected suggestion made Carrie laugh softly, breaking the tension. “That would be… complicated, don’t you think?”

Daxton’s voice grew quieter, tinged with an emotion she couldn’t quite read. “I don’t want anything between me and the Norris family,” he said simply.

Carrie understood what he meant. Daxton’s history with Kristopher was fraught, to say the least. Still, the idea of him being involved in her child’s life felt strange, especially given the tangled web of their relationships. She didn’t argue but tried to think of an alternative instead.

After a brief pause, Daxton suggested, “I can just be her uncle, then.”noveldrama

Carrie nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. Lowering her gaze, she placed a protective hand over her stomach. “Then I’ll say thank you in advance.”

Daxton studied her for a moment longer before adding with a faint grin, “Your daughter will be a little princess, just like you.”

Carrie’s hand drifted to her stomach again. “I don’t care if she looks like me,” she said softly. “I just want her to be happy, always.”

When they arrived at Bayview Villa, the car slowed to a stop in the driveway. Daxton’s sharp eyes caught a shadow moving near the trees. His instincts flared—this was a quiet area, far from the bustling streets, and strangers rarely passed by. Daxton didn’t believe in coincidences.

If someone was there, something was amiss. Careful not to alarm Carrie, Daxton stepped out first. Circling around the car, he opened her door and offered his hand, his body subtly angled to keep the figure in his line of sight. Daxton thought he saw the glint of a phone. Was the person taking pictures?

Carrie laughed lightly, pulling her hand back. “You’re overdoing it, Daxton. I’m not made of glass, you know. I’m not due tomorrow—I can manage.”

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