Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1837

After a refreshing shower, Felix sauntered downstairs, only to find that she had already finished her dinner.

He prodded again, "Not going to try on the wedding dress?"

"No need."

The wedding tomorrow wasn't going to happen anyway.

Lacking the energy to chat with him, she decided to hit the hay early.

Felix had indulged in a few too many glasses of wine tonight. Riding the buzz, he confirmed the wedding plans with the event planner one last time before climbing into bed.

Carol's attempts at feigning sleep were still painfully unconvincing. Felix pulled her close and murmured her name.

"Carol."

She frowned and shifted away, but he shamelessly snuggled up again.

She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

In a half-daze, she heard Felix whisper in her ear, "Carol, you're the kindest person to me."

Carol shivered, jolting awake.

Staring at the ceiling, she listened to the gentle breathing beside her and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was just a dream.

She turned over and fell back asleep, unaware that Felix's embrace had tightened considerably.

The next morning, the stylist and the makeover team were already there to work their magic on her.

Felix was whisked away to get suited up. The wedding wasn't bogged down with complex rituals; he wanted to keep it simple to avoid tiring Carol out. Essentially, a crowd would escort her to the hotel entrance, where he would be waiting to take her hand and walk her in. That was the plan.

The entire hotel was booked out, and the press was barred; only industry insiders were invited.

Carol's gaze swept the room, and upon not seeing Felix, she felt relaxed.

He had been cautious, not assigning her any bridesmaids personally. The bridesmaids were provided by the wedding agency, a move some might call scandalous.

She couldn't be bothered to fuss over it.