My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 678:

Quietly, Carrie erased the draft response “I have something tomorrow” from her message box.

She typed anew: “Alright, see you tomorrow.”

Simultaneously, a message from Camille arrived: “Heading back soon! Thanks for the incredible private jet!”

Included was a picture of Camille and Melvin.

Though Carrie had been close with Camille for years, she barely knew Melvin, having only seen him occasionally and from afar.

Melvin didn’t bear much resemblance to Camille. He possessed a gentle, refined attractiveness and always wore a courteous smile. Yet, his smile seemed reserved, merely polite rather than warm, lacking Daxton’s natural friendliness.

“Safe travels,” Carrie replied, then turned off her phone and closed her eyes, preparing for sleep.

The next day, Carrie woke up refreshed, her sleep undisturbed and restful. By the time she opened her eyes, the soft glow of dawn was spilling into the room, painting everything in shades of gold.

After a quick shower, she headed to the dressing room. Rows of high-end designer pieces greeted her—luxurious outfits ranging from casual wear to elegant evening gowns, all more extravagant than anything she’d owned at Bayview Villa.

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Her hand hovered over an intricately designed dress, but she paused, reminded of her plans with Daxton. She set it aside and chose a light blue sportswear outfit instead, opting for a look that radiated youthful energy.

Once dressed, she stepped into the hallway, where a maid was busy cleaning. “Good morning, Miss Campbell,” the maid greeted her with a quick smile before offering an update.

“Mr. Luca Morrison has taken Mr. Arion Morrison to the conservatory. Mr. Kody Morrison and Mr. Reece Morrison have gone to Fallash to sign a contract, and Miss Jenesis Morrison is at the hotel. She said there’s no need for you to worry about the company—she’ll handle the new recruits herself.”

Carrie nodded with a faint smile. “Got it. Thank you.”

“Oh, and Mr. Reece Morrison prepared breakfast for you before he left,” the maid added. “It’s waiting for you in the dining room.”

“Okay.” Carrie’s smile deepened.

The warmth and care she received from her newfound family always touched her.

As she entered the dining room, the scent of freshly prepared food greeted her. On the table were sandwiches, a glass of juice, and a perfectly cooked egg with golden, lacy edges that gave it an exquisite touch.

Reece wasn’t skilled in the kitchen, so his effort hinted at how much he cared. The Morrisons had no shortage of chefs, and even the maids could whip up a feast.

Still, the family members preferred to cook for her themselves.

She understood—it was their way of making up for the love she had missed out on all these years.

Carrie sat down, reaching for the juice. As she lifted the glass to her lips, she heard the maid’s voice rising outside the dining room. “Miss Webster, you can’t just barge in! Let me take you to the living room. Miss Campbell is having breakfast; please wait until she—”

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