Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1698

Carol had been around the block more than a few times, but she had never come across a guy with Felix's background. It was the rarity that intrigued her.

The harder Felix played hard to get, the more she found herself unable to let go.

As the old saying goes, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

During the day, she waited tables at a cozy barbecue restaurant, her thoughts drifting constantly to Felix. Her dedication was unwavering.

Come nightfall, she'd return to her studio apartment to hone her culinary skills. But having never so much as boiled water before, after three days all she could muster was ketchup spaghetti.

She snapped a picture of her creation and sent it to Felix with a message, [Had dinner yet?]

Felix was at the hospital, too preoccupied to even consider opening her message. He was holding Listina's hand, staring at her without blinking.

The doctor came in with a grim reminder, "It's quite serious. We only have a 30% chance of success with the surgery. If we could get an international specialist, the odds could increase to 70%, but it's expensive, and there's a heap of recovery costs to consider."

The doctor knew Felix, who had been a constant figure at the hospital, sometimes even showing up in the middle of the night. He knew Felix juggled multiple jobs to make ends meet since his parents had passed. It was a tough situation.

"I understand, thank you," Felix replied once the doctor had left. He stood up, kissed Listina on the lips, and sighed softly. "I wonder if you'll blame me when you wake up."

But he had to take action, or Listina would die.

It wasn't supposed to be her.

Leaving the hospital, he finally replied to Carol's message with a simple, [Looks good.]

Carol had been waiting an hour, almost losing hope for a reply. The notification made her eyes sparkle and a smile curve her lips.

[Remember I told you I work at the barbecue restaurant? We get fresh ingredients every day, but I can only make spaghetti. Where do you live? I can bring you some, with the manager's blessing. They'd just go to waste otherwise, and it could save you a chunk of change. Sometimes there's even seafood.]

Felix boarded the bus and read her text, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

[Okay, the address is...]

He sent it to her.

Carol had her people dig up his address already, but she needed an excuse to visit. And now she had a perfect one.

The barbecue restaurant's boss was a penny-pincher who'd never let employees take home leftovers; normally, those perks were reserved for a few favored longtime staff. Newcomers like Carol were lucky to escape daily criticism.

She couldn't stand it before, but the thought of winning Felix over – and considering all the hardship he'd faced while still appearing so cool and collected – made her believe she could handle it too.

That evening, she purchased a variety of fresh groceries, from meats to veggies, everything one could imagine.

By the time she reached Felix's doorstep, her palms were red from carrying the bags.

As the elevator creaked alarmingly, she saw it was plastered with small ads. It was a shaky, frightening ride, and she emerged on Felix's floor with her heart pounding.

Approaching his door, she knocked; the buzzer had long been broken.