My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1032:
Carrie puffed her cheeks and pouted playfully. “Come on, Reece, I’m already behaving and staying away from the office. If I do
nothing but eat and sleep all day, I’ll lose my mind. I’m going to turn into a couch potato at this rate.”
Standing behind her, Daxton chuckled as he placed his hands gently on her shoulders. “She’s got a point. A little writing might
even be good for the baby—early exposure to creativity.”
Arion eagerly nodded. “Actually, that makes a lot of sense. My friend’s wife read classic literature every day during her
pregnancy, and their kid turned out to be a straight-A student.”
Jenesis gave him a skeptical look. “Maybe it’s just genetics. You really think a few books could turn any kid into a genius?”
Arion replied earnestly, “Both parents were terrible students. Always at the bottom of the class. They had to go abroad in high

school because no good schools would take them—they ended up in a tiny country nobody’s heard of.” Arion sounded so
earnest that no one had the heart to argue anymore. Carrie was off the hook.
Reece simply offered a gentle reminder. “Just promise us you’ll pace yourself. Inspiration tends to strike when you least expect it,
and it’s easy to lose track of time. But you’re not alone anymore—you have to think about yourself and the baby.”
Carrie felt a swell of warmth in her chest. The Morrison family had never once said, “If you won’t think for yourself, at least think
of the baby.” To them, she was the priority, always.
“I promise,” Carrie said, raising her hand in mock solemnity. “I won’t stay up late.”
“I’ll make sure of it,” Daxton added with a grin. “Once she’s done writing this afternoon, I’ll take her out for a walk, and we’ll grab
dinner before heading back.” His casual plan fit perfectly with their real intentions—no further explanations would be needed
when they went to meet Camille.
Reece clapped him on the shoulder. “I trust you with Carrie.”
After a few more exchanges, the rest of the family headed off to work, leaving the grand dining room quiet and still.
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Carrie glanced at the servants tidying up, then turned to Daxton. “Come walk with me by the fish pond.”

“Okay.” Daxton helped her to her feet, and the two of them wandered outside, the spring sunlight falling soft and golden around
them. They laughed and chatted casually, the air easy between them.
Carrie teased, “My family trusts you so much, you could get away with anything—the’d never suspect a thing.”
Daxton turned to her, his voice low and steady. “I would never hurt you.” The look in his eyes—deep, unwavering—caught Carrie
off guard. She quickly turned away, feigning nonchalance.
“I was just kidding,” she said lightly.
After a while, Daxton asked, “Would you want to go abroad for a while?”
Carrie blinked at him, frowning. “Why would we go abroad?”
Daxton didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he settled onto the bench beside Carrie, silently reaching for the container of fish
food nearby. He scattered a handful into the pond, sending koi of every color swarming toward the surface, their vivid scales
flashing in the sunlight.
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