Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1707

Nathan flicked the corner of his lips before tossing his cigarette to the ground and crushing it underfoot.

"Got any more?" he asked, but then added a cautionary note, "Take it easy, though. That stuff has side effects, and it's not exactly legal. It's a hassle to get."

"Yeah, I know."

The ringtone of his cell had silenced before Felix finally picked it up and redialed.

The moment Carol answered, his voice softened.

"Hey Carol, what's up?"

"I think I've got a fever."

"I'm on my way. Don't move around too much, just stay put."

"Okay."

Carol had been on the verge of disappointment, but she hadn't expected him to call back.

He must've been at work and didn't hear his phone.

She coughed a few times, curled up on the couch, feeling her whole body burning up with fever.

Nathan watched the scene, biting his cheek.

"Ms. Miller really can't resist you, can she? You've got a knack for playing with people's hearts, almost like you're taming her subconsciously. But she seems clueless to it all. I reckon she's truly into you, not just playing around. Don't be too harsh, Felix."

He said this and saw Felix's expression darken.

Nathan instantly realized he might have crossed a line. Too far? What about Abner? Who was paying for the lives lost? Carol was the daughter of an enemy, after all.

He offered a sheepish grin, "Just speaking my mind. My break's over, gotta head back. The boss has been on my case lately, damn it. Just because my diploma isn't fancy. If only I'd made it to university back then, I'm the only one with just an associate's degree in my department, and the boss watches me like a hawk."

Grumbling, Nathan walked out of the alley.

Felix finished his last half-cigarette slowly, then ambled toward Carol's apartment.

After hopping off the bus, he picked up some fruit and dropped by a pharmacy for some fever reducers.

He walked straight into her apartment, finding her still curled up, her body slick with sweat, feverish and delirious.

Felix calmly fed her a pill.

Carol opened her bleary eyes to look at him, a sheen of tears in her gaze.

"Felix."

"Yeah, you've got a fever. Rest up. I'll cut you some fruit."

He went into the kitchen, sliced up an apple, and brought it over on a fork for her.

Carol was sluggish, her throat sore, hardly able to swallow.

But not wanting to disappoint him, she forced down a couple of slices before nestling into his embrace.