Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1710

After the harrowing ordeal, Carol felt her nerves still jittery as she returned to her apartment.

She glanced down at her clothes, smeared with blood that was nearly dry, the metallic stench still lingering in her nostrils.

Quickly, she showered, then headed downstairs to the local grocery store to stock up on some food.

Last time, Felix hadn't been keen on spaghetti, so she decided to skip that and make soup instead.

Following an online recipe step by step, she prepared a hearty bowl of chicken and vegetable soup.

Her first attempt was too watery, so with patience, she started over until she achieved the perfect consistency. Tasting it, she accidentally scalded her finger on the hot edge of the pot.

But the pain seemed distant as she packed the porridge carefully and rushed back to the hospital.

The back and forth ate up three hours, and by the time she finished, it was already 6.30 in the morning.

As Carol entered Felix's room with food, she was puzzled not to find him there.

Just as she was about to ask a nearby doctor, she saw Felix standing by the door.

"Where did you go? The doctor said you shouldn't be moving around yet."

The gash on his head from the rock was terrifying, and she still shuddered at the thought of it.

"I'm okay, just went to the restroom," he replied.

Carol set the insulated container down, her fingers adorned with several adhesive bandages.

"Felix, come have some breakfast," she urged.

Felix looked at the soup but didn't move.

"I don't really feel like eating right now, Carol. I'm still worried about those guys," he confessed.

Carol cupped his face, considering whether to reveal her true identity, but his next words stopped her cold.

"I'm just glad you're not some wealthy heiress. Otherwise, I'd worry we couldn't go on like this."

The confession she had been about to make lodged in her throat.

"Why? Wouldn't it be better if I were?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

Felix leaned against the bed, eyes closed. "Then I'd feel out of my depth. No future in it, so why delay the inevitable?"

Carol sensed a chill in his words and felt a tremor in her hand. She forced a smile, "I'm also glad I'm not. And don't worry about those guys; I've already called my relative."

Stirring the soup, she encouraged again, "Felix, please eat a little."

Felix took her hand, a rare look of gentleness crossing his face.

"I really don't want to," he said, pulling her close for an embrace.