Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1725

Felix took a deep breath and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

"The lasagna's still in the oven. I'll finish up. You just chill and catch up on your show, and no scratching."

She felt a tingling sensation in her heart, "Okay."

He rose and returned to the kitchen, finalizing dinner for the two of them.

Later that evening, as they nestled into the couch watching a reality TV show, Carol was itching like crazy. She reached up to scratch her neck, but Felix caught her hand and pressed it down.

She pouted playfully. When he released her hand, she pretended to scratch again. He pressed it down once more.

After five or six rounds of this cat-and-mouse game, even a fool would realize she was doing it on purpose. Felix didn't say a word; a little teasing was harmless.

After the show, he helped her with her bath. Her face, neck, and back were covered in small, itchy bumps. The medication had been taken, but its effects hadn't kicked in yet.

Carol wrapped her arms around his waist, playfully splashing water on him, and then tried to hug his neck but he dodged her.

"You've got the breath of a durian."

Her face flushed, and she immediately grabbed the toothbrush to freshen up, forgetting about her injured hand. The pain turned her face pale.

Felix massaged his temples, lips pressed tightly together, and helped her squeeze out the toothpaste.

In bed, Carol resumed her act, scratching her neck once again. Felix caught her hand and this time, he didn't let go.

She finally relaxed and let out a gentle laugh. Felix wasn't asleep; he watched the shadows dance across the room and listened to her laughter, a smile curling on his lips.

Carol felt warm inside, experiencing a feeling she hadn't known before. She was falling for Felix even more, and with each day they spent together, her affection only grew. She knew that once Listina's operation was over, it was time to think about breaking the news to Abner.

But she was sure Abner wouldn't approve, and Felix might not accept her true identity. She had to start laying the groundwork now.

She nuzzled into his chest, "Felix, back when you worked at the BlueSky Bar, did you ever see any of those high-society girls fall for a guy from the wrong side of the tracks? And did they ever find happiness together?"

"Never. The one I knew got caught by her family, ended up with a broken arm, and was shipped off overseas. Never saw him again."