?<strong>Chapter 476:</strong>


    “Just visiting a friend nearby.” Daxton noticed her attire. “You shouldn’t drive in those heels. Where are you headed? Let me drive you.”


    Carrie began to decline, saying, “There’s no need, I’ll just have—”


    Before she could finish, a servant said, “Mrs. Norris, Mrs. Mny Norris has bought some seasonal fruits for you, and I need to run to the Norris Mansion to collect them.”


    “Is that so?” Carrie acknowledged with a nod.


    Turning back to Daxton, she saw his reassuring smile.


    He said, “Can you ept my offer this time?”


    Letting go of the door, Carrie stepped forward. “Sure, let’s go.”


    Daxton moved aside, saying, “My car is parked outside.” Carrie, eager to engage, stepped beside him. “We’ve got a ss reunion today.”


    Turning to face her, Daxton replied, “Is it your ss reunion? I might recognize a few faces there.” He had once been deeply involved in student government and various clubs at college, well-acquainted with many who would be her ssmates.


    Shaking her head, Carrie smiled. “Actually, it’s from high school. I doubt you’ve met them.”


    Upon reaching the curbside, Daxton fetched his keys and approached a red Ferrari, saying grandly, “Hop in, princess.”


    The sight of the shy sports car briefly stunned Carrie, yet she regained herposure and slid into the vehicle, saying, “This isn’t the type of car I pictured you choosing.”


    “This isn’t mine; it’s a loaner from home while mine’s getting fixed,” Daxton exined as he shut the door, adding softly, “That purple really looks good on you.” Hisment echoed her own thoughts, reminding her of past conversations.


    It seemed Daxton always had a knack for reading her mind, knowing her sentiments without needing words. Such a connection suggested a deep, unspoken understanding between them.


    Caught in the moment, Carrie felt an unusual shyness. She averted her gaze, forced a smile, and murmured, “Oh? Thanks.”


    Daxton was just gettingfortable in the driver’s seat, one leg still outside. Turning to her with a sincere tone, he said, “Carrie, remember, you’re not rted to the Norris family by blood. And remember, we knew each other long before you met Kristopher. There’s no need for you to adhere to their family rules with me. So, let’s keep things informal.”


    Daxton’s gaze bore into Carrie with an intensity that made her ufortable, as if silently using her of some emotional transgression.


    Her heart fluttered unexpectedly.


    Throughout the years, she had harbored a deep admiration for Daxton—a tonic connection that transcended typical boundaries of friendship. To Carrie, their rtionship was like a delicate thread connecting two kindred spirits, existing beyond the constraints of constant interaction. He felt like a fragment of her soul, scattered across the vast universe.


    This sensation wasn’t unique to people; sometimes she experienced simr inexplicable connections with a drifting cloud or a mesmerizing painting.


    Though she struggled with emotional nuances and typically remained slow to recognize romantic undertones, something about Daxton’s current behavior seemed peculiar.


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