NovelUSAChapter 812
Chapter 812:
“They weren't looking for love, Daxton.
They were looking for business alliances disguised as marriage. Power plays in tuxedos and gowns.
That's not what | want. Besides, my cousins would rather | stay single and keep close to the family.”
Daxton let out a hearty laugh, but there was something measured in it.
“You say that now, but wait a few years. Once they're all married with kids, let's see if they don’t start pushing
you to do the same.”
Carrie smirked.
“They never pressured my aunt. Why would they start with me?”
A warmth settled in her chest as she spoke. Her family had always given her the freedom to choose her own
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtpath. No suffocating expectations, no forced obligations—just love. And for that, she was endlessly grateful.
Daxton glanced over and noticed the laptop on the balcony table, its screen still lit.
“Are you working?” he asked.
Carrie hit her forehead with her palm.
“Oh no, | completely forgot | was editing the script!”
“You go ahead and write,” Daxton said.
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“I'll handle cleaning the room.” His eyes radiated a clear sense of warmth.
“The room you'll use is to the left of the entrance,” Carrie explained as she stood up from the sofa. She waved
her hand, indicating he should feel at ease.
“Make yourself at home, Daxton. Your room has a bathroom, and there's another one you can use outside as
well. Feel free to use anything in the shared areas, just not my bedroom or study.”
“Understood.” Daxton got up and pulled his suitcase toward the room.
Carrie hurried to the balcony, grabbed her laptop, and then headed to her bedroom.
Three hours later...
Carrie finished her script, massaged her aching shoulders, and walked out, only to find no sign of Daxton in the
apartment.
“Daxton? Are you home?” Carrie called out, peeking into different areas of the apartment.
The door to Daxton’s room was open.
The room was tidy, with fresh sheets and bedding on the spare bed. Aromatherapy diffusers had been set up on
the table, casting a subtle scent throughout the room.
She returned to her room, planning to call Daxton to ask where he had gone.
However, as she lit up her phone screen, she noticed that Daxton had sent her a message on Whatan hour
earlier. It read, “Didn't want to interrupt your work. Had to step out for a bit. I'll take care of dinner tonight, so
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmjust relax and wait for your meal.”
Carrie was not fond of relying on servants. At both the Morrison Mansion and Bayview Villa, managing such large
estates alongside her work could be challenging. Here, in her spacious luxury apartment, a cleaner cdaily,
making it unnecessary for her to do much. Cooking, on the other hand, felt therapeutic rather than burdensome.
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