Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1722

Felix strolled back downstairs, his eyes catching Carol as she sat on a hospital garden bench, thumbing a response into her phone.

He ambled over, playfully ruffling her hair. Carol, sensing his approach, inhaled a teasing sniff.

"No wonder I always catch this sweet scent on you. You've been sneaking off to the hospital, huh? And here I was, worried you might be having an affair."

She rose to her feet, looping her arm in his.

"A friend of mine said the new surgeon is flying in this week. He's gonna oversee your cousin’s operation himself. It's all under control."

"Okay."

"So, we heading home? I'm craving your pot roast, the kind that falls off the bone."

"Carol."

"What's up?"

She was lost in thoughts of food when he called her name with such gravity. A pang of anxiety hit her; it sounded like he was about to drop some serious news.

"Thanks."

It was nothing, really. Just a phone call for her. But if it meant she could wrangle a few extra home-cooked meals out of him, she wasn't going to complain.

With a quick hop, Carol piggybacked onto Felix, her legs clasping around his waist.

"I'm beat. These heels are killing me. Carry me? Oh, and the nurse mentioned there's a park nearby. Let's check it out before we head home."

His hands instinctively caught her legs, and she hummed a tune, resting her chin on his shoulder.

For this medical favor, she'd pulled strings with the Miller family, a mere mention to Abner that a friend was in need. Abner, who never bothered with the details, agreed on the spot. Just like when Maja needed Phelps’ expertise, Abner had been the one to arrange it.

The surgeon arrived promptly, and Felix had been run off his feet with hospital visits to Listina. Carol hadn't given it much thought; she even considered sneaking in to help out, knowing he was juggling jobs and had no time to spare.

She skipped her shift at the diner that afternoon, choosing to simmer a hearty porridge at home before heading to the hospital alone.