My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 864:

Before Daxton even finished speaking, Kyson grabbed Daxton’s jacket from the sofa and casually tossed it aside, claiming the seat for himself.

Without missing a beat, he tilted his chin toward Carrie and said, “I’ll have a cola. Same as Carrie.”

His tone was easy, but the way he spoke made it seem like he was the host and Daxton was nothing more than a guest—or worse, a servant.

Daxton didn’t comment. Silently, he turned to the fridge and retrieved another bottle of cola, placing it on the table in front of Kyson.

Kyson accepted the drink but didn’t take a sip. Instead, he set it on the table and leaned back.

“I texted your cousin earlier,” he told Carrie. “Let him know everything’s been resolved. They’ve already gone to bed.”

Carrie’s eyes widened.

“Oh! I completely forgot!”

She smacked her forehead, then turned to Kyson with genuine gratitude.

“Thank you, Kyson.”

Kyson waved it off with a shrug.

“It’s nothing.”

Nearby, Camille—who had been tense and distracted all evening—seemed to relax just a little. Though unease still lingered in her expression, the situation finally felt under control.

Carrie grabbed a throw pillow and stuffed it into Camille’s arms, then began explaining how Daxton had ended up living there.

As she spoke, Kyson’s gaze drifted toward Daxton—a flicker of disdain in his eyes.

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“Such childish games,” he thought to himself, unimpressed.

After a moment, he stood up.

“It’s late. You all should get some rest. I’ll head out now.”

But before leaving, his eyes flicked toward the unopened bottle of cola in front of him.

Without hesitation, he picked it up, twisted off the cap, took a sip, then screwed the cap back on and held it in his hand.

Carrie stood as well.

“I’ll walk you out.”

Daxton followed suit, turning to Carrie.

“Stay here with Camille. I’ll see Mr. Webster out.”

Carrie hesitated, but before she could respond, Kyson chuckled.

“No need. If we keep this up, who knows how late it’ll get? Marina’s still waiting up for me at home.”

With that, he headed toward the door without waiting for a reply.

Even so, Carrie followed him, lingering at the doorway until he stepped into the elevator. Only then did she turn back inside and close the door.

When she returned to the living room, she found Daxton watching her silently.

From the moment they’d arrived home, she had explained everything to Kyson and Camille—why Daxton was there, how things had unfolded.

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