Chapter 234:

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As Carrie noticed him, she rose to greet him, her curiosity piqued. “Daxton, what brings you here?”

“I thought I’d drop by and bring you all some goodies,” Daxton responded with a casual wave, signaling to his assistants who approached, arms laden with several hefty bags.

With a slightly elevated tone, Daxton turned to the assembled crew, his voice carrying warmly over the set. “I appreciate how well you’ve all looked after Carrie.”

“Thanks, Mr. Garcia! It’s a special day with treats, courtesy of Carrie!” Beverly chimed in, her enthusiasm echoed by a few others as they began setting up a makeshift dining area.

The assistants meticulously arranged an inviting spread of roast chicken, crisp salads, and beverages including milk tea and coffee on the table.

The crew, eager and grateful, gathered around, each person retrieving their boxed lunch as they took their seats.

Positioned directly across from Carrie, Daxton was about to reach for a bowl when his eye caught a glimpse of a phone beside him.

The screen, still glowing, displayed an active Twitter feed.

Pointing towards the device, he queried, “Whose phone might this be?”

A quick, collective phone check ensued among the group.

Beverly patted her pocket, a flash of realization crossing her face as she found it empty.

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She hastened over, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. “Oh, that’s mine. I must’ve set it down while we were getting everything ready.”

“Thank you.”

Daxton nodded slightly, his lips curling into a gentle smile. “Never mind,” he said casually.

Nearby, a group of youthful actors and actresses observed the pair with playful curiosity.

One called out, grinning, “Hey Carrie, is he your new boyfriend?”

Only Beverly was privy to the truth of Kristopher and Carrie’s relationship, leaving the others to speculate wildly about Carrie’s romantic life.

With a light laugh, Carrie waved off the insinuation. “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend. We went to the same school. He was quite the heartthrob back then—every girl’s dream.”

Her words trailed off as she realized it had been years since they’d last spoken, leaving Daxton’s current romantic entanglements a mystery to her.

With a sly grin, she nudged his side lightly. “So, Daxton, are you married or what?”

Resting a chicken leg neatly into her lunchbox, Daxton chuckled. “Nope, still single.”

Carrie grinned at her colleagues, her voice tinged with mischief. “Well, ladies and gents, he’s available! And trust me, he’s as chivalrous as they come—a real catch!”

An actress from the supporting cast perked up, her eyes twinkling with recognition. “That ensemble, is it Dior’s latest haute couture, Mr. Garcia? I swear I saw something similar on Twitter.”

Daxton glanced down at his attire, his smile modest. “It might be. I don’t pay much attention to brands. I only chose it because the pattern was crisp and simple.”

His soft-spoken words carried an effortless charm, underlined by graceful composure.

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