My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 361

Chapter 361:

His voice carried its usual warmth, patient and considerate. Carrie softened her tone even more.

“No, it's fine. I'm just at the hospital, so I'm keeping my voice down.”

“Hospital?” Daxton’s voice quickened, laced with concern. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“It's not me,” she began, then paused, glancing back at Kristopher. “Kristopher got injured.”

She had almost called him “a friend,” but remembering her recent promise to Kristopher to give their marriage

another chance, she chose her words carefully.

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Daxton fell silent for a few seconds. The quiet stretched, making Carrie uneasy.

Then, as if shifting the subject, she said lightly, “Did you find anything out about EmiReed?”

“Not yet,” Daxton replied with a small laugh. “But I'll be traveling abroad soon, and | wanted to grab a meal with

you before | leave.”

Carrie hesitated, her gaze flickering to Kristopher, his injured arm resting on the blanket. “I'm sorry, Daxton. |

can’t make it right now... things are a bit complicated here.”

“You never need to apologize to me,” Daxton said gently, his voice softening. After a brief pause, Carrie offered,

“When you're back, let's have that meal. My treat.”

“Alright,” he agreed. “Take care of yourself. I'll talk to you when I'm back.”

The call ended, and Carrie lowered her phone, turning toward Kristopher. His eyes were open now, sharp and

fixed on her, the dark intensity in his gaze unmistakable. “Who are you planning to have a meal with?” His voice

was low, hoarse from disuse, but his words carried weight.

Startled, Carrie fumbled to pocket her phone. “Why are you awake?” she asked, avoiding his question as she

moved toward the bedside. Filling a cup with water from the kettle, she tested the temperature before placing it

on the table. “Drink this. It'll soothe your throat.”

Without warning, Kristopher caught her wrist, his grip firm despite his bandaged arm. “I asked you a question,”

he repeated, his tone more insistent. “Who are you having a meal with?”

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Carrie couldn’t help but laugh softly at his possessive expression. “Daxton wanted to seebefore heading

abroad. | told him no,” she explained, watching his frown deepen. She tilted her head, a hint of teasing in her

voice. “What's this? Are you jealous?” Rather than being angry, she found his possessiveness amusing.

Kristopher released her wrist with a quiet scoff, leaning back against the pillow as though her words didn’t faze

him. “You're married now,” he said loftily, ignoring her playful jab. “You should be mindful of your status and

avoid unnecessary outings.”

Carrie raised an eyebrow, her amusement fading into calm resolve. “First and foremost, I'm myself, Kristopher.

Only then am | your wife,” she replied evenly. “Ill maintain boundaries with male friends, but that doesn’t mean |

have to give them up altogether.”

Kristopher froze, his hand halfway to the cup of water. His sharp eyes fixed on her as if to gauge her sincerity.

Carrie met his gaze without flinching. “I agreed to give this marriage another chance, but not to repeat the past.

| won't go back to being a shadow of myself—living without self-worth.”