Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1712

She quirked a smile, rattling off a list of cravings in one breath, and he responded almost immediately.

[I'll make dinner tonight. I've been discharged from the hospital, and the doc says I'm good as long as I don't go jogging or anything.]

Carol instantly forgave him.

[Great, I'll head back right now.]

Bubbling with joy, she swung open the door to her bedroom and gave Abner a heads up.

It wasn't unusual for her to stay out; she had her own fancy digs elsewhere, and Abner never tied her down.

Carol took the bus back to her apartment, even instructing her people to drive her luxury car back.

As she unlocked her apartment door, the sound of chopping greeted her ears.

She had seen Felix cook before, but her heart still warmed at the sight.

Standing at the kitchen doorway, she saw him aproned up, one hand wielding a knife, the other pressing down on the vegetables.

Carol wrapped her arms around him from behind, "You're hurt, you know. Maybe we should just order in."

Felix's eyes darkened momentarily as he felt her hands around his waist.

"I'm fine, go sit down."

Carol buried her face in his back, "I don't want to."

He set the knife down, turned, and with hands braced on the counter, he kissed her.

The kitchen smelled of detergent, spotless under his care, and Carol even caught a hint of his own scent.

Felix smelled like sunshine and cleanliness, with an undercurrent of coolness buried deep.

Carol's heart raced, her cheeks flushed. It took a half-hour of kissing before she reluctantly headed to the living room.

Felix resumed his kitchen tasks while Carol watched, unblinking from the couch.

In her blind spot, Felix's expression was muted as if he was on a mission.

Once dinner was ready, he brought it to the table.

Eager to help, Carol accidentally bumped her finger, wincing with pain.

Felix grabbed her hand, blowing on the cut, sending heat rushing to her cheeks.

It was odd—despite their intimacy, she still felt butterflies when near him.

He peeled the bandage from her finger, led her to the couch, and cleaned the wound.

Carol wanted to insist she was fine, but then he spoke.

"I ignored you on purpose when you brought soup. Next time, just order delivery. Why hurt yourself like this?"

Carol's lips curved, her gaze falling on him.

"Oh, feeling sorry for me?"

Felix's grip paused, his expression shifted for a moment before returning to neutral.

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

A wave of triumph washed over her. Good, he should be.

After all, she was Ms. Miller. These tasks were not her usual fare. Felix should be grateful.