Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1812

Carol's brow furrowed slightly; just as she was about to push him away, he released her of his own accord.

She lost all appetite, placing her spoon down. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but Felix’s usually sharp aura seemed to soften in a fleeting moment.

"Felix, can we talk?"

Felix's lips were still curved gently. He slowly rolled up his sleeves, his tone casual, "I'm in a good mood. What's on your mind?"

"I think we should call off the wedding. You offer the letter of understanding, and I'll vanish from your life. Everything that belongs to the Miller family will be yours, and you and Listina can have a peaceful life. I'll never interfere again. I could even live abroad forever."

No sooner had she finished speaking than she saw a storm brewing in his eyes.

"You and Listina have been through so much together; you're perfect for each other. I didn't know she was your fiancée when I got involved with you. That was my mistake. Now that everything can go back to normal, let's not hold any grudges. We're even, don’t you think?"

As she spoke, the air around them seemed to grow colder.

She furrowed her brows, not understanding what was going on in his mind. Wasn't this the outcome he had wanted?

Carol even suspected that his reluctance to let her go now was out of fear that she might seek revenge one day, that she might use the letter of understanding to rally others against him.

Felix was strategic, always careful to leave no loose ends.

"I promise, I'll move abroad with my dad. Wherever you are, I'll keep my distance."

As her words hung in the air, Felix slowly stood up, his gaze fixating on her.

Carol felt like she was being devoured by his eyes. Her body was instinctively alerting her to the danger.

But she didn't run, frozen in place as if she'd been immobilized; she had nowhere to hide.

Suddenly, her wrist was gripped tightly. He was pulling her upstairs. Carol started to struggle, feeling as if her wrist would snap.

Felix's grip didn’t loosen; if anything, it tightened. They reached the upper floor, and before they even entered the bedroom, his hand was already assertively on her skirt.

Carol's eyelashes trembled fiercely, and she knew then that he was angry. She held her breath, barely able to contain her frustration, and said, "I'm on my period."

His hand ventured lower, confirming her statement.