NovelOnlineChapter 911 Chapter 911: Even now-even after everything-Kristopher still couldn't let Carrie go. The marks she had seen on Kristopher and Carrie at the hotel that day had been undeniable-evidence of their passionate entanglement, lingering proof of a connection she had fought so hard to sever.
Her display of affection-Kristopher's gentle kiss against her forehead-had been meant to assert her claim, to remind Carrie that he was no longer hers. And also to show Kristopher that Carrie had a man by her side. And not just any man. Daxton Garcia. Kristopher's own relative.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtKristopher and Aliza looked every bit the perfect couple, wrapped in each other's embrace as if the world around them had ceased to exist. Behind them, the fountain danced in rhythm with the soft music, its streams rising and falling in graceful arcs before splashing back into the pool below. The shimmering water reflected the glow of the evening lights, as if nature itself bore witness to their love.
But for Carrie, the sight only rekindled the painful image from earlier-the moment she had seen Kristopher and Aliza emerging from a hotel room together. She had tried to push it from her mind, to pretend it had never happened, but now, those unmistakable marks on their bodies resurfaced in her memory, refusing to fade. Each detail seemed to grow sharper.
Without realizing it, she clenched her fists, her nails digging into the flesh of Daxton's palm. It wasn't until a sharp ache radiated from her nail beds that she snapped back to reality. Startled, she loosened her grip and turned Daxton's hand over, her heart sinking at the sight of the deep crescent-shaped indentations marring his skin. Guilt clouded her expression as she looked up at him.
"I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you? Why didn't you let go?" Daxton's lips curled into a gentle smile. His voice was soft, coaxing, as if he found her concern endearing. "If I let go, wouldn't you have hurt yourself instead?” he teased. "It's just a little pain. I can handle a little pain from my girlfriend." He flexed his fingers slightly and added playfully, "Besides, I'm tough. This is nothing more than a mosquito bite." Atе$т ¢#αрtêяs Iи galHis deliberate emphasis on the word "girlfriend" carried a warmth that lingered in the air between them. Then, with a teasing touch, he tapped the tip of her nose.
Kristopher, watching from a short distance away, stiffened. The sight of Carrie's hand in Daxton's sent a surge of possessiveness through him. He suddenly let go of Aliza's hand.
For a fleeting second, an irrational impulse nearly took hold—he wanted to charge forward, shove Daxton aside, and reclaim what was his.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut reason held him back. He had no right. How could he throw everything away for a woman who no longer meant anything to him? Aliza was his future now. His soon-to-be wife. And more than that-she was pregnant with his child.
The thought steadied him. He had spent his life resenting his father for failing to be present, for the fractured family he had been forced to grow up in. If his father had been there, perhaps his sister's tragedy could have been avoided. Perhaps his mother wouldn't have grown so distant. He refused to repeat those mistakes. His child would have the love and stability he had been denied.
Swallowing his emotions, he took Aliza's hand once more. "Wait here for me. I need to speak with Daxton."
Aliza tightened her grip, a trace of .«cānl unease flickering in her eyes. cwith you?"
Kristopher hesitated before gently cupping her arms. His tone was firm yet patient. "I cut ties with the Garcia family a ago, th the long timelago. There's a chance things could get tense. And you..." His gaze flickered to her stomach. "You're not alone anymore. You need to be careful. Just wait here for me. I'll be back shortly."
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