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Kristopher, who had been watching from a distance, sneered. His tone was sharp and laced with mockery.
“Daxton, | really don’t know how you manage to play the people-pleaser so well. Doesn't it exhaust you?”
Daxton turned to face him, his expression calm but firm. “Mr. Norris, were you planning to join us? Because |
don’t recall inviting you.”
His tone left no room for doubt—he was anything but a people-pleaser.
Kristopher brushed off his jab with an indifferent wave. “When did | ever say I'd be going with you?”
Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and walked off in another direction, with Oliver trailing
behind.
Ten minutes later, Kyson’s car pulled up to the entrance of the Res Listen Academy. Daxton stood by the door,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtalready waiting. The area was a pedestrian street, so driving here had been a minor detour.
As Carrie stepped out of the car, she immediately felt a pang of guilt when she saw Daxton. “Daxton, I...” she
started, unsure how to explain herself.
She had intended to walk here with Daxton, but before she could voice her thoughts, he had already left.
But Daxton, ever perceptive, gently cut her off. “It's noon, and the sun is blazing. Walking for over ten minutes in
this heat would've given you heatstroke.” His voice was calm and reassuring. “I would have preferred you to ride
with them.” His words carried a warmth that settled over her like a soft breeze. Carrie couldn’t help but compare
this moment to her strained past with Kristopher, where explanations always seemed futile. With Daxton, words
were almost unnecessary—he could read her feelings with just a glance or a small gesture.
“Fate truly loves irony,” she thought, a wistful sigh escaping her. If Daxton hadn't gone abroad to study all those
years ago, perhaps her life would have turned out differently. When she was being forced into an unwanted
marriage, maybe she would have turned to Daxton for help. If she had married him instead, she might have
been spared the pain, the betrayal, and the heartache of losing Gracie.
But life offered no rewrites, no “what ifs.”
Shaking off her thoughts, she lowered her gaze, concealing her emotions, and followed Daxton inside.
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The restaurant was grand and luxurious, its design exuding understated elegance. Even the entrance boasted a
door from a high-end designer brand. The establishment was renowned for its signature dish, Isonridge roast
duck, prepared with fragrant wood instead of the traditional jujube.
The wood'’s rich nutty and milky aroma mingled with the scent of the perfectly roasted duck, making the
courtyard air almost intoxicating.
Carrie and the others followed the tantalizing fragrance as they made their way toward their private room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJust as she was about to step inside, a voice at the entrance caught her attention. “Sir, do you have a
reservation?” The waiter’s polite but firm question was directed toward someone at the door. “Our restaurant
requires reservations; otherwise, there are no rooms available.”
Carrie turned instinctively and froze when her eyes met Kristopher’s. He stood there with Oliver beside him, his
expression cool and casual as always.
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