Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1706

Felix strolled down to the bottom of his apartment building, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

He felt the urge to pull out a cigarette and smoke, but he resisted.

An itch in his throat seemed on the verge of spilling over, and his heart was also feeling off-kilter.

After settling into a seat on the bus, his phone buzzed with a call from Nathan.

"Felix, those goons from last time, I've dealt with them. Hundred bucks a head."

"Yeah."

"Look, man, you gotta sort out an identity for Listina pronto. With Carol being her daddy's princess, if her dad gets wind of your romance and starts digging, Listina's cover will be blown."

"All sorted, don't worry about it."

Nathan spat disdainfully on the other end before bursting into laughter.

"Right, right, why do I even fret? You've always been reckless. I gotta jet, work's calling."

"Uh-huh."

Felix ended the call, gazing out the window.

He had orchestrated the last incident with those thugs trying to take advantage of Carol. Under such duress, her judgment would grow foggy, her feelings for him would intensify swiftly.

It was the classic suspension bridge effect in psychology; a person's heartbeat quickens in a scary situation, and if someone else is there, it's easy to misattribute this accelerated heartbeat to attraction.

Besides, Carol already had a bit of a crush on him, and after that incident, her feelings would only deepen.

Carol had a string of exes and loved the nightlife. Clinging to her, showing an all-in attitude, would bore her fast.

So, the trick was to keep her on the hook, to appear heartfelt without actually being so, to keep her on tenterhooks, and she'd fall deeper and deeper.

By repeatedly being let down and then forgiven, her standards for him would drop, lower and lower.

Now on the bus, Felix leaned back, eyes half-closed.

A heavy rain had fallen the night before, clearing the air and leaving today crisp and sunny, sunlight streaming through the windows.

He was a handsome man, no doubt about that.

Pulling out his phone, he checked a memo listing Carol's preferences.

His expression was cold as he scanned the notes, lips pursed, not bothering to look further.

Meanwhile, Carol, down with a cold, was home alone.