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“Carrie, where's your husband? Why didn’t he make it today? Couldn't snag stoff?” Ailyn advanced with
a warm smile as she greeted Carrie.
Daxton lingered unseen behind the elevator’s control panel, and as Carrie moved toward the doorway, her figure
obscured him, making it appear she was the only one in the elevator. Just as Ailyn was about to step closer,
Daxton emerged from behind Carrie.
Catching sight of his face, Ailyn halted in her tracks. The typically smug and irritating grin she wore dissolved
into a bashful, youthful blush. “Daxton? Daxton, is that really you?”
Carrie turned toward Daxton, her expression one of surprise. “You two know each other?”
Daxton offered Ailyn a slight, somewhat regretful smile. “I'm sorry, | can’t quite recall. Perhaps you were a junior
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtin one of my college organizations? You know...” The multitude of admirers he had back then made it impossible
to remember them all—how could he? Out of respect for Ailyn’s dignity, he chose to leave sthoughts
unspoken.
That “I'm sorry” wasn’t just an admission of his failing memory concerning Ailyn. It was more about his inability
to address Carrie’s inquiry.
Carrie picked up on the subtlety of his response and gave a knowing smile.
Carrie was utterly devoid of sympathy for Ailyn. She firmly believed that those who appeared downtrodden
usually had themselves to blame. Reflecting on how Ailyn had deliberately chosen to be Cory’s mistress, Carrie
viewed her current infatuation with Daxton as a tarnish on his esteemed reputation.
Ailyn’s face was a vivid tableau of disappointment, her eyes betraying a flicker of hope that refused to die. “We
were schoolmates in middle school, remember?” she urged, her voice tinged with desperation. “We used to
frequent the slittle stationery shop. Once, | found myself without any cash, and you graciously boughta
pen. That very pen still lies in my drawer to this day.”
Regrettably, Daxton’s response was apologetic but distant. “I'm sorry, | really don’t remember that incident.”
“Helping others in such a way isn’t something unusual for me; it's not particularly memorable. Whether it's a
classmate or a mere stranger—even an old beggar—I'd readily part with my spare change.” His tone remained
gentle, though it now held a measure of detachment.
For Ailyn, his indifferent words struck her like a harsh rebuke. In his eyes, was she no more significant than a
beggar on the street?
As she grappled with this painful realization, a sudden suspicion sparked within her. She cast a wary look
between Carrie and Daxton, her voice shaky with uncertainty. “Did you two chere together?”
Carrie responded to Ailyn’s inquiry with a calm and blank expression. “Didn’t you see it?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAilyn’s disbelief was almost comical. “Your husband isn’t... isn’t Daxton, is he?”
Carrie's voice turned cold. “No.”
A fleeting look of disappointment flashed across Daxton’s face, so brief it was almost imperceptible. His lips
curved into a faint smile as he added, “I am not that lucky.”
The soft glow of the corridor lights reflected in his eyes, creating a shimmer like shattered stars. The genuine
regret in his tone made Carrie's heart waver for a moment.
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