Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1724

His gaze swept past her toward the hospital room where Listina lay, as if ensuring that Carol hadn’t stirred up any trouble again.

Carol found herself at a loss for words. Clutching the fruit basket tightly, she entered the elevator in silence.

Felix didn’t head straight to Listina's room but followed Carol and pressed the elevator button. A palpable tension hung between them until Carol broke the silence.

“I won’t come to visit anymore, sorry. I just thought with your part-time job and taking care of her, it must be exhausting. I wanted to help, but I didn’t realize she disliked me so much.”

The elevator descended slowly, soon reaching the lobby. She handed the fruit basket to a passing visitor, who thanked her profusely and walked away, basket in hand.

A nurse noticed Carol's wounded hand and immediately took her to get stitches. Felix stayed by her side the whole time, occasionally glancing at his phone to check messages.

After her wound was taken care of, Felix saw her onto the bus. Carol took her seat and saw Felix sit down too. Her heart softened, “Aren’t you going to see Listina?”

“I need to make sure you get home first. You’re injured; it’s not convenient for you.”

Carol’s irritation evaporated, and she leaned her head against his shoulder, still feeling a bit wronged.

Felix gazed ahead; after a while, he heard sniffles coming from his shoulder. He turned to see Carol discreetly wiping away tears.

Carol was a true beauty, turning heads wherever she went. She was outspoken by nature, bossing Felix around within just two weeks of dating. She was the quintessential rich girl, unaccustomed to hardship.

Now her tears soaked his shirt as they fell. He felt a surge of irritation and, without thinking, he pressed her head to his shoulder.

“What’s there to cry about?”

Listina wept far more bitterly when she lost her parents. When his own mother had jumped off the building, he couldn’t even cry, and they were just kids back then.

Carol had enjoyed years of a pampered life. What more did she want? He should hate her. Soon he’d achieve his goal and could dump her.

As immersed in these thoughts, he felt her arms wrap around his waist. Carol relied on these small gestures, clinging to him.

It wasn’t until the bus stopped near her apartment that he nudged her awake. Her hand was injured, and she was already delicate and fussy. Now she complained of tiredness after just a few steps and asked for water.