Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1687

Carol shuddered in pain, her mind racing with the fear of being discovered in such a debasing position.

She wanted to fight back, but her strength had evaporated as if cast into the abyss.

Weakened, Felix twisted her head, forcing her face down to meet his kiss.

With resolve, Carol bit down hard, their mouths filling with the metallic taste of blood.

Yet even as she continued to bite, he seemed impervious to the pain, relentlessly entangling with her lips and tongue.

Madman.

When he finally released her mouth, she met his gaze—gloomy, murky, bloodshot.

Startled, she tried to pull away, only to wince from the pain he caused within her.

His hoarse voice reached her ears, “Just play nice and go through with the wedding, will you?”

For a moment, Carol was under the illusion that she had never truly known this man.

When they were dating, he always sweetly called her "Carol."

After revealing his true self, his tone became mocking, addressing her as "Ms. Miller."

Now, he always called her in a cold and detached way.

Did she love Felix?

Initially, she was charmed by his facade, maybe what she loved was the gentle and kind Felix he pretended to be, not the maniac pressing down on her now.

Tears streamed down Carol's face as she began to reminisce about their first encounter.

Even though it was all a calculated deception, when Carol looked back on it, it still felt precious.

Time rewound to that year at BlueSky Bar.

Carol was a social butterfly, pampered from childhood, rarely facing hardship.

Her mother had passed away early, and Abner played the roles of dad and mom, indulging her every whim. Carol never lacked for money, with several bank accounts boasting over a million dollars each, plus a black card from her father.

That night, she was headed to BlueSky Bar for a meet-up, chatting on the phone with her father as she made her way in.

As she approached the VIP lounge, she overheard some waiters gossiping.

"If you looked like Felix, you'd rake in the tips for sure."

"Oh, please, we're legit waiters here. He's probably moonlighting as a gigolo."

"Question is, does he sell himself to men or women? With those looks, bet he swings both ways. Didn't that rotund investor confess to him last time?"

Their laughter filled the air, their voices dripping with sarcasm and malice, "Maybe he's serving men and women at the same time."

As the heiress to the Miller family, Carol had seen the fair share of jealousy among the staff, especially in a place like BlueSky Bar, frequented by the wealthy and elite. A careless move here could mean a ticket into high society.