<strong>Chapter 810:</strong>


    Daxton waved his hand dismissively.


    “It’s not that I’m homeless. I want to live here, with you.”


    “Huh?!” Carrie’s mouth fell open in shock.


    “How is it that you’re speaking English, and I still can’t understand what you’re saying?” She forced a smile and asked, “Daxton, are you ying a prank on me? Has your time overseas caused a distance between us? Am I missing the newest jokes from abroad?”


    Daxton shyly scratched the back of his head and exined with a smile, “I was on a flight all day. My mind’s a bit scrambled, and I’m not really making sense. Here’s the deal. My mom is pressuring me to get married.


    I told her I was seeing someone, but she didn’t believe me and wanted to check things out in Isonridge herself. So, I was hoping you could act as my girlfriend for a bit while I stay here. When she returns home, I’ll move out.”


    Carrie let out a relieved breath and quickly agreed, “No problem at all.


    There’s plenty of room here. I’ll have the maid tidy up the guest room for youter.”


    “There’s no need for that. I’ll clean it myself. I’m not used to having people wait on me.” Daxton gave her a thankful look.


    “I really appreciate this. I was too shy to ask.”


    Carrie waved it off casually.


    “What’s the big deal? You’ve helped me significantly before; this is nothing. Plus, I’m d to help.”


    To Daxton, Carrie’sst words seemed to suggest she was eager to repay his past kindness and clear up any debt she thought existed between them.


    A hint of disappointment shed in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a grateful smile.


    “You’ve really been a great help. You can’t imagine how much pressure my family is putting on me to marry.”


    As he spoke, as if just catching up with a friend, Carrie let out another sigh of relief. It appeared Daxton really no longer harbored romantic feelings for her; otherwise, he would have used this moment to confess his feelings


    Carrie toyed with the rim of her ss, carefully considering her words before speaking.


    “It’s the perfect age for you to settle down, Daxton,” she said, her voice light yet thoughtful.


    “If you marry now, you and your wife can have a few years—just the two of you—before kidse along. And trust me, waiting too long only invites endless pressure from family.”


    The mention of children no longer carried the weight it once did.


    The Morrison family had exhausted every effort to find a cure for her condition, but no miracle had surfaced. She had made peace with it. Life wasn’t just about love, family, or motherhood.


    Perhaps her purposey elsewhere—in a career, in making her own mark.


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