Chapter 912 Chapter 912: Aliza lowered her eyes. His mention of the baby left her with no room to argue. Feigning reluctance, she sighed and placed a protective hand over her stomach. "Alright. The baby and I will wait for you here. Just don't take too long." Kristopher gave a small nod. "I won't." He reached out, ruffling her hair in an affectionate gesture.
But as he turned away, Aliza suddenly pouted. "Kissagain." For the briefest moment, his expression faltered. Then, as if on autopilot, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her hair.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut the kiss was empty. Rushed.
Before Aliza could say anything, he had already pulled away, striding toward Carrie and Daxton.
As he left, her saccharine smile vanished. In its place, a cold glint of malice flickered in her eyes. Kristopher had witnessed Carrie emerging from a hotel room with two men. Now, he saw her standing so intimately with Daxton. It was as if fate itself was handing her the perfect opportunity. Kristopher's obsession with perfection would never allow him to accept a woman with such a "chaotic" personal life.
Kristopher strode toward Daxton, his face dark, his presence suffocating. The weight of his aura seemed to press down on the space around him, thick with unspoken tension. Under normal circumstances, anyone in Daxton's position might have felt an instinctive fear. But Daxton remained calm and composed.
Without hesitation, he reached for Carrie's hand, intertwining his fingers with hers in a quiet act of reassurance.
Daxton was no longer the boy Kristopher once knew. Over the years, he had lifted the entire Garcia family to new heights, shaping it into a force to be reckoned with. He no longer feared losing it—nor did he fear death itself. He had abandoned fear a long tago.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA man with nothing to fear had no weaknesses. And when a man had no weaknesses, no enemy, no threat, no force in the world could shake him. If he ever reached the end of the road, he would embrace the abyss without hesitation.
Discover what's new on galnovalsHis unwavering gaze met Kristopher's, steady and unflinching.
Kristopher tried to ignore Carrie's presence beside Daxton, but his eyes betrayed him. As he briefly glanced downward, they landed on their joined hands—her delicate fingers securely clasped in Daxton's grasp. He shifted his gaze, looking back at Daxton. "I hadn't planned to say this, but..." Kristopher began, his tone cold.
Daxton interrupted, "Then don't." His voice was light, almost indifferent. "After all, I have nothing to do with the Norris family anymore." With that, he turned, gently tugging Carrie along, making it clear that their conversation was over.
Kristopher didn't stop them. Instead, his voice rang out calmly from behind them. "I know you hate me, but you don't have to be with this woman just because of our personal grudges." Daxton halted. He turned to Carrie and looked her in the eyes, explaining, "I never..."