Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1839

Being a bundle of nerves, Nathan swallowed hard time and again as he waited for a response on the other end of the phone.

Behind him, Carol couldn't help but let out a chuckle; her praise was laced with a hint of sarcasm, "Wow, Nathan, you've got some guts, chatting with Felix like that. I'm starting to see you in a new light."

At that moment, Carol felt like the ultimate instigator, reveling in the chaos she'd caused.

With the heat closing in on them, she figured they might as well go down in flames.

Get married?

She'd have to be out of her mind to tie the knot with a man responsible for her family's downfall.

Felix, having overheard her comment, felt a surge of emotion that turned his eyes red in an instant.

Feeling his heart clenched as if gripped by a giant fist, he was left breathless.

The person standing next to him had just received a call from the wedding venue, meant to inquire about how to proceed.

But upon glancing up, they saw Felix set down his phone, whose cheeks was glistening with emotion.

The words they intended to say were lodged in their throat, unspoken.

Below, the cars continued their frantic escape, but the sky was thick with helicopters closing in fast.

Carol knew they had no chance of getting away. She simply told Nathan, "Stop the car."

Nathan was reluctant, but he knew that with helicopters and cars everywhere, pressing on could lead to dire consequences.

He wouldn't gamble with Carol's life.

Back at the wedding venue, Abner was helped to the center seat of honor.

Someone nervously served him tea, their hands trembling.

The guests whispered among themselves, clueless about the drama unfolding before them.

How did Abner, who should've been behind bars, suddenly show up here?

Abner took a sip of tea with deliberate calm. He'd lost weight recently and looked frail.