Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1855

Felix nodded before asking, "Did you see Abner?"

"Yeah, I did. He seemed to know everything already. Didn't say much, just told me to focus on my work."

"Right."

For the next three days, Felix didn't utter a single word in front of Carol.

If it weren't for the voice recordings on her phone, Carol would think he despised sharing the same roof with her.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, hating herself for being emotionally swayed by him, yet unable to resist asking.

"If you're really that uncomfortable, why don't you just move out? That villa you bought for Listina has been empty, hasn't it?"

Felix shuddered, "I sold the villa. I sent her some cash—enough for her education—and I don't plan to do anything else for her."

Carol didn't respond, unsure of her own feelings.

His silence had been irksome, but now that he was talking, she was even more annoyed.

It felt like even his breathing was a mistake.

"Carol, how about I cook tonight? What are you in the mood for?"

A wave of anger inside Carol subsided. It had been a while since she'd had anything he'd made.

But the thought that his cooking skills were honed for Listina darkened her mood again.

Was she really so pathetic as to accept Listina's leftovers?

A lump formed in her throat as she replied coldly, "No need, we have a personal chef."

Felix fell silent, not daring to say more.

After an awkward three minutes, he ventured, "I've been learning new recipes, things I've never made before."

"So, everything you've made for me before was something you'd made for someone else?" she asked, a trap laid bare.

It was a question loaded with peril. His fingers tightened on the documents he was holding, and he answered honestly, "Some I've made before, some I haven't."

Carol, spoiled by Abner's doting and prone to making a scene, stood up sharply, "Forget it. I'm having dinner at Maja's tonight."

"I'll go to Greenfield Gardens then," he replied.