Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1705

After stepping out of the cab, she transferred a hundred bucks to the driver via her phone.

The driver, sensing her sour mood, plastered a grin on his face. "Miss, if you're feeling down, maybe I can help lighten the mood?"

Carol stiffened, the creepiness of his offer washing over her. She backed away hastily, not even bothering to pop open her umbrella. She was already drenched to the bone—what was a little more rain?

The sound of the downpour mingled with the driver's chuckling as it hammered against her ears.

She quickened her pace and entered her apartment building, which was cheap and consequently lacked proper security. The driver followed her, probably assuming she had no one to turn to since her phone call earlier seemed merely to embolden herself.

The dangers a woman faced alone were often beyond imagination.

Carol made a beeline for a nearby 24-hour convenience store, where a dozen others had taken refuge from the storm. The cabbie, seeing the crowd, finally cursed under his breath and left.

Standing in the store, Carol was soaked despite the umbrella in her hand.

The other customers stared at her, wondering why she hadn't used it.

Too scared to head back alone, she settled into the most secluded corner she could find.

She sneezed again, the chill seeping into her bones.

Meanwhile, Felix had arrived at the hospital, oblivious to the rain, his mind consumed with thoughts of Listina waking up.

Entering her room, he saw her eyes were indeed open, though she couldn't speak yet.

"Listina," he rasped, grabbing her hand urgently.

The doctor, checking her vitals, spoke evenly, "She'll be up in a few days, but this isn't a good sign. She's hanging on by meds; surgery's needed. Mr. Brown, you need to decide soon."

Felix pressed her hand to his cheek.

Knowing the couple's closeness, the doctor sighed, "Ms. Geo called for you when she awoke. Visit more often, Mr. Brown; it could help."

"I'll be here," Felix promised, never taking his eyes off Listina, as if he'd miss something vital.

The storm raged on outside, rain pelting the windows, reducing visibility.

He still didn't thought of Carol.

He stayed by Listina's hospital bed all night, and the next morning he had to go to work again.

Before leaving, he paid another 20,000 dollars in the hospital. This time he really threw in the money he earned in the second half of the year.

But he had to speed up. If her brain tumor worsened, Listina would die.

He had to convince Carol.

Thinking of Carol, he raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that he had left the hotel with Carol last night, but what about Carol?

Did she go back alone?

He rushed back to his place, cooked up two dishes, and took them to Carol's apartment.

Carol had coughed through the night, alone and fearful, scared the stalking driver was still outside or that another strange man might appear.