My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 611:

Whispers floated through the air as onlookers speculated which entertainment company the group belonged to.

Carrie, well aware of the commotion they were causing, kept to the back of the group. She had come prepared, donning a hat, sunglasses, and a mask to obscure her identity. It worked—mostly.

With the towering boys in front of her, all over six feet tall, she managed to blend in like a shadow.

The boys, though young, were quick to impress. They eagerly stepped forward, grabbing Camille’s and Carrie’s luggage without a second thought. Their enthusiasm earned an approving glance from Camille.

She leaned closer to Carrie, her voice low but teasing. “See? Younger men are a delight—obedient, attentive, and so very thoughtful.”

Carrie shot her a sidelong glance, unsure if Camille was joking or indulging in some wistful daydream of her own.

Camille might play it cool, but Carrie knew she had not let go of Albin.

As they reached the exit, the crisp air of Isonridge greeted them.

Just then, a soft, familiar voice called out behind Carrie. “Carrie?”

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Carrie turned, her gaze landing on Daxton standing a short distance away. His hair fell just to his brow, slightly tousled by the breeze, while the hem of his dark coat fluttered softly. The light behind him cast a long shadow at his feet, giving him a dramatic silhouette, but his presence was anything but brooding.

Though dressed in all black, Daxton radiated warmth and energy—a stark contrast to Kristopher’s cold, detached demeanor that still lingered like an unwelcome ghost in her mind.

He approached quickly, his stride purposeful yet easy. As he neared, he nodded politely at Camille, offering her a small, genuine smile before his eyes settled on Carrie.noveldrama

“I’m glad to see you again,” he said, his tone steady. There was no hint of surprise in his expression, only quiet certainty. It was as though he had known all along they would cross paths in Isonridge.

Carrie tilted her head, ready to question the meaning behind his calm assurance, but before she could speak, he added, “I found the person I was searching for in Foxfire.”

His words sent a faint chill down her spine, her intuition stirring uneasily. The way he said it made her feel as if she were the missing piece in a puzzle she had not even known existed.

“I did not expect the person to be so close,” he continued, his voice low and deliberate. “And connected to you.”

Camille, sensing the tension, broke in smoothly. “I will take the kids to get settled,” she said, gesturing toward the group of young talents whose curious eyes were darting between Carrie and Daxton.

Her patience seemed to wear thin as a few onlookers stopped to stare. “You can join us after you have finished your chat. This airport is too crowded to stand around.”

Daxton offered Camille an appreciative nod, his voice warm. “Thank you, Miss Nixon. Let us grab lunch sometime—I owe you one.”

With a brief wave, Camille herded the group away, leaving Carrie alone with Daxton.

“Come,” he said, gesturing toward a sleek black Mercedes waiting just outside the terminal.

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