My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 904:

Turning to Daxton, she asked, “Is there more in the pot? I’ll get a bowl for Kyson.”

Daxton glanced at Kyson, then stood up smoothly. “There is.” He didn’t hesitate, nor did he let Kyson have the satisfaction of serving himself. “You keep eating,” Daxton said, his voice calm. “I’ll get it.”

Carrie nodded, taking another small bite. “Okay. Thank you, Daxton.” Her voice was soft and casual.

Daxton, however, leaned slightly closer—his voice dropping into something almost teasing. “I never treated you as an outsider, but you’re treating me like one.”

His tone was light, almost playful. Like a husband flirting with his wife. Kyson ignored the moment entirely. Instead, he casually took off his coat, draped it over the back of his chair, and rolled up his sleeves. “Thank you, Mr. Garcia,” he said smoothly.

Daxton glanced back but didn’t respond. With deliberate ease, he walked into the kitchen, leaving Kyson and Carrie alone. Kyson leaned back in his seat, watching Carrie as she focused on her meal. And in that moment, the dynamic had shifted.

Somehow, Kyson was no longer the outsider. And Daxton? He had just become the butler.

Carrie, completely unaware, simply continued to eat, oblivious to the battle unfolding right before her eyes.

Daxton returned from the kitchen, a steaming bowl of porridge in his hands. But when he set it down in front of Kyson, Kyson’s brows twitched slightly.

The bowl was huge. No, calling it a “bowl” was generous—it was practically the size of a small pot. At least four or five times the portion Carrie had received.

Daxton, his face calm and sincere, smiled. “Since you’re hungry, you should eat more.” He patted Kyson’s shoulder like an old friend. “Don’t worry, I cooked a lot. There’s more in the pot if this isn’t enough.”

𝕋𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓 g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗆

Kyson stared at the absurdly large bowl in front of him. His expression barely shifted, but internally, he was assessing his options.

Declining outright would be impolite. But finishing it all? That was a challenge he hadn’t signed up for.

Daxton’s words were calculated. If Kyson refused to eat, it would seem rude—as if he were rejecting Daxton’s hospitality. If he ate it all, though, he’d be too full to move.

Carrie, noticing the sheer size of the portion, immediately sensed something was off. After a pause, she gently pushed her bowl toward Kyson. “Kyson, it’s not good to eat too much at night.” She smiled, completely unaware of the silent war happening between the two men. “Give me half—I didn’t eat anything today.”

Kyson glanced at her gratefully, wasting no time in scooping a portion into her bowl. Finally, an escape route.

As Carrie finished eating, she set her spoon down and glanced at Kyson, who was still working through his oversized meal. “Kyson, you keep eating. I’m going to try on the dress first.”

“Okay,” Kyson nodded, swallowing another spoonful.

Daxton rose from his seat as well. “I have some things to take care of in my room. Mr. Webster, please make yourself at home.”

With that, he left the dining area—his tone polite, yet carrying a subtle undercurrent of amusement.

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