NovelUSAChapter 815
Chapter 815:
Annoyed, Carrie looked up, ready to snap at the driver—only to see the back window rolling down. Kristopher.
Sitting beside him, perfectly poised, was Aliza.
Carrie's breath caught, but before she could process the moment, the car sped off, disappearing into the
distance.
And then it clicked. KLOVEA. Meaning Kristopher. Loves. Aliza.
Carrie's heart clenched, an inexplicable weight pressing against her ribs. She had believed that Kristopher’s love
story was part of her past—something she had moved beyond. But seeing that plate, knowing he had made such
a public, undeniable declaration, stirred something painful inside her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEven when they had been together, even in their happiest moments, Kristopher had never done something like
that for her.
In her heart, Carrie never imagined Kristopher would ever show affection in such a playful way.
It turned out he wasn’t incapable of love. He wasn’t oblivious. He had always known how to express affection. He
had just never felt the need to do it for her.
There was no such thing as a truly oblivious man. When you loved someone, it seeped into everything you did—
even the smallest gestures, the fleeting glances, the subtle hints. You'd find every possible way to let them
know, even if it wasn’t through words.
Carrie got home, but Daxton hadn't returned yet.
Concerned she might miss the doorbell while cooking, Carrie took out her phone and texted Daxton the front
door’s passcode.
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She waited a bit, but Daxton hadn’t responded yet.
She thought of the past when Kristopher often wouldn't reply until the next day.
What was Daxton so busy with that he couldn’t even glance at his phone?
Her curiosity was mild, and she wasn’t particularly concerned about when Daxton would respond.
She threw her phone onto the sofa, put on an apron, and made her way to the kitchen.
She swiftly prepared the ingredients and cooked four dishes and a soup.
Just as she finished the last dish, she heard the door open.
The moment Daxton entered, the smell of the food welcomed him.
Carrie leaned out from the kitchen with a smile.
“The food's ready. Helpcarry it to the table, will you?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDaxton, carrying two grocery bags, offered a resigned smile.
“It looks like you've outdoneonce more.”
Carrie noticed the groceries looked ordinary, not like those from an upscale store.
These everyday items brought back memories of her childhood. She gestured toward the entrance.
“Put the groceries in the silver fridge. It keeps food fresh for up to a week.”
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