My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 865:

But she hadn’t said a single word to Daxton about what had happened to her that night. Why Kyson and Camille had returned with her.

Sensing his gaze, Carrie frowned slightly.

“Something wrong, Daxton?”

Daxton snapped out of his thoughts, lips curving into a gentle smile.

“Nothing. You should get some rest.”

But as he lowered his gaze, his expression darkened, his eyes flashing with a chilling coldness.

Carrie didn’t notice. She turned to Camille and took her hand.

“Take a shower. You can sleep with me tonight.”

Camille hesitated for a moment before suddenly remembering something.

“Oh! I secured the sponsorship today, but I still need to sign the contract tomorrow…”

Carrie nudged her toward the bathroom, her voice gentle and reassuring.

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle the contract.”

In a quiet voice, Camille muttered, “I guess I really can’t do anything right. After dinner, I should’ve just gone back with everyone instead of stopping to buy cigarettes on my own…”

Carrie cut her off immediately, her voice firm but kind.

“It was an accident, Camille. It’s not your fault.”

Then, with a soft smile, she added, “Besides, you secured the sponsorship—that’s a huge step forward for our company.”

Camille swallowed back the words of apology and gratitude lingering on her tongue. Instead, she reached up and patted Carrie’s hand, which rested on her shoulder.

Because this was what true friendship was.

They didn’t need to say thank you or sorry.

When Carrie had been in danger, Camille had gone to great lengths to help her. And now that Camille had faced something terrifying, Carrie was right by her side.

No words needed—just unwavering support.

She arrived at the restaurant by five o’clock.

The establishment boasted a Michelin star, its interior designed with timeless charm that evoked classical aesthetic principles.

A waiter guided her toward the private dining room reserved by the sponsors. As they proceeded through the corridor, the door to another private room opened as guests concluded their meal. Rather than food aromas, a distinctive fragrance wafted into the hallway.

Carrie recognized the scent and instinctively paused, inhaling more deliberately to identify it.noveldrama

The waiter noticed her reaction and smiled.

“Madam, did you catch the scent?”

Carrie nodded in response.

“Yes. It’s quite distinct… and pleasant.”

“It’s natural perfume made from eaglewood,” the waiter explained. “Our boss appreciates traditional collectible artifacts—items like aroma diffusers and carvings particularly fascinate him.”

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