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But this was different—because it was Daxton.
His sincerity made her defenses falter.
Ailyn’s jaw dropped, her eyes widening in disbelief.
What? Did he truly mean that if Carrie wanted it, he would willingly becher cicisbeo?
The dignified, noble gentleman Ailyn had admired had just uttered something so... humble, almost self-
deprecating.
Carrie's composure returned as she addressed Ailyn. “By family hierarchy, Daxton should probably refer to your
boyfriend as a senior relative.”
Ailyn stiffened. “What nonsense are you talking about?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDaxton turned his gaze to Carrie, puzzled.
Carrie's smile deepened. “Her boyfriend is Kristopher’s uncle.”
Daxton’s expression immediately darkened, his polite demeanor shifting into one of visible disgust.
Without a word, he instinctively took a step back, as though recoiling from something unpleasant.
“I...” Allyn stammered, her face turning red as she struggled to explain.
But Daxton didn’t wait for an explanation.
He walked past her, his steps firm, and left without looking back.
Ailyn stood frozen in place, her phone still raised in mid-air.
Around her, the classmates who had witnessed the exchange began whispering among themselves.
What was meant to embarrass Carrie had turned into Ailyn’s own humiliation.
Just then, the elevator doors slid open once more, and Camille walked out, gently tugging Albin along beside her.
Camille’s hair was styled in soft, bouncy curls, and her halter-neck red dress highlighted the elegance of her
smooth, captivating back.
Albin was dressed sharply in a black suit accented with deep red tones, a rose pinned to his lapel that
complemented Camille's attire perfectly.
When Camille stepped forward, her gaze immediately landed on Carrie and Ailyn waiting at the elevator doors.
Arching her eyebrows faintly, she slipped her arm free from Albin’s and strolled over to hook her arm through
Carrie's. “Sweetheart, why are you lingering here instead of heading in?”
Albin glanced at his now-empty arm, hesitated for a moment, and then broke into a mischievous smirk.
Sliding his hand into his pocket, he casually made his way over. “Carrie.”
Carrie responded with a slight nod, her greeting understated and calm.
Without so much as a glance at Ailyn, the tturned and headed for the private room, leaving her awkwardly
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmstanding in place.
The group of classmates loitering near the door shuffled clumsily out of the way to let them pass.
One of the classmates at the front, a little on the heavier side, forced a wide, ingratiating smile and stepped up
to Albin with both hands extended. “Ah, Mr. Murray! What an honor to finally meet you. My company is hoping to
work with the Murray Group on an upcoming project. If you could mention us, it would mean a lot. Back in the
day, we played volleyball with Camille and always made sure she won.”
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