NovelEnglishChapter 903 Chapter 903: He turned to Kyson, his expression pleasant but unreadable. "Mr. Webster, would you like sporridge? I made it for Carrie." Kyson's lips quirked at the deliberate wording. But he simply responded, "Thank you, Mr. Garcia, but coffee is fine." He picked up the cup and took a sniff, his voice smooth as he added, "It smells great, by the way. Thank you for the coffee." Daxton turned and walked into the kitchen, leaving Kyson alone with Carrie. Kyson pulled out a beautifully wrapped gift box and held it out to her. "Why don't you try it on and see if it fits?" Carrie hesitated, her eyes lingering on the box. It wasn't just about whether it fit. The designer Kyson knew was undoubtedly extraordinary—and a custom piece from him would be priceless. "Kyson, this is too much." Before she could finish, Kyson simply stuffed the box into her arms. "If you're still being polite with me, then you're not treatinglike a friend." Carrie sighed inwardly. She had no choice but to accept. "Thank you." She turned, intending to take the gift box to the fitting room. But before she could take a step, Daxton returned. Carrying a steaming bowl of oatmeal porridge, he placed it on the dining table. Without missing a beat, he walked over and casually took the gift box from Carrie's hands. "No matter what happens, eating comes first." His tone was relaxed, yet undeniably firm.
Carrie blinked in surprise, caught between the two men.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKyson, standing at her side, chuckled lightly. "Mr. Garcia is right," he agreed smoothly. "You can try on the dress anytime, but your health is more important." Daxton said nothing, but the faintest glint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes. They stood on either side of Carrie, both towering over her like two protective guardians.
Letting out a soft sigh, she relented and walked toward the dining table. Both men followed at the stime. Kyson took the lead, pulling out her chair for her.
Feel inspired on gVlnovsDaxton's eyes flickered toward him, but he said nothing-only lowered himself into the seat across from Carrie. He reached for a delicate jar, placed it beside her bowl, and spoke smoothly. "I didn't add sugar. If it tastes too bland, add shoney." Carrie glanced at the bowl of porridge before her. It was simple, yet beautifully made—a creamy oatmeal base, with golden nuts sprinkled over the top.
She picked up her spoon, took a small bite, and her eyes lit up. The warm, creamy texture glided over her tongue, perfectly balanced-not too overpowering, not too bland.
She hadn't eaten anything all day, and this first spoonful? It awakened her appetite. Without thinking, she continued eating, her attention now fully on the meal.
Daxton, seated across from her, acted as though Kyson didn't exist. His eyes were soft, watching Carrie eat with quiet satisfaction. Every now and then, he glanced down at his phone, casually replying to messages. The atmosphere between him and Carrie felt easy, familiar. Like a couple who had been together for years.
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Kyson, still standing behind Carrie, felt out of place. For a brief mament, he realized he was the outsider here.
Daxton's peripheral vision caught the slight shift in Kyson's expression The om' corner of his mouth lifted-just barely. Not quite a smirk, but close.
But Kyson wasn't one to back down easily.
With an easy grin, he pulled out the chair beside Carrie and sat down. m "Watching you enjoy your meal so much, I'm getting hungry too." Carrie paused mid-scoop. She quickly wiped the corner of her mouth with a tissue. "I'm sorry, Kyson. I was too hungry."
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