My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 809:

One day, as Carrie sat at home, struggling with a script and feeling stuck, the doorbell rang.

Expecting her friend Camille to come see her, she was instead startled to find Daxton at the door.

He stood there in a gray tracksuit, his hair freshly cut, looking slimmer.

Her eyes widened in shock.

“Daxton? How did you find out where I live?”

Despite appearing exhausted, Daxton offered a warm, familiar smile.

“Reece told me. May I come in?”

Carrie then noticed the silver suitcase Daxton had with him.

Remembering the WhatsApp message he had sent earlier, Carrie asked, “Did you just return from your business trip today?”

“Indeed,” Daxton confirmed with a nod.

Immediately, Carrie stepped back to let him inside, shut the door, and presented him with a pair of slippers.

“These are actually for Reece. He’s been buried in work and hasn’t had the chance to visit yet. You can use these for now, and I’ll make sure to get him another pair later.”

Daxton slipped into the slippers and settled onto the sofa, glancing around admiringly.

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“The view from here is amazing; you can see the historic palace ruins right next door.”

“Here, have some water. I’m out of other drinks, so mineral water will have to do for now. I’ll order some food in a bit.”

Carrie fetched a glass of water from the dispenser and set it on the coffee table before him.

“It’s handy living this close to work. I get to sleep in a bit more each day.” She took a seat on the smaller sofa beside Daxton and noticed his hesitant, troubled expression.

Carrie furrowed her brows and asked, “Daxton, is there something you need to talk about?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Daxton replied somewhat shyly, “Yes.

There’s a favor I need to ask of you.”

Carrie responded immediately, “Why so polite and formal? Just tell me what you need.”

Without hesitation, Daxton said, “Could I possibly move in with you?”

Carrie paused, taken aback, as she processed his request.

“You mean you don’t have a place to stay? I own several other apartments; I could give you the keys.”

Her family had showered her with properties and vehicles. She often joked that without her job, she could be a full-time landlady, juggling keys and collecting rent.

However, the properties her family had gifted were of high quality. Renting them out cheaply to someone who might not maintain them well would be counterproductive. So, these properties remained unoccupied, maintained regularly by cleaners.noveldrama

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