Female Novel
Chapter 1724
His gaze swept past her toward the hospital room where Listina lay, as if ensuring that Carol hadn’tstirred up any trouble again.
Carol found herself at a loss for words. Clutching the fruit basket tightly, she entered the elevator insilence.
Felix didn’t head straight to Listina's room but followed Carol and pressed the elevator button. Apalpable tension hung between them until Carol broke the silence.
“I won’t come to visit anymore, sorry. I just thought with your part-time job and taking care of her, itmust be exhausting. I wanted to help, but I didn’t realize she disliked me so much.”novelbin
The elevator descended slowly, soon reaching the lobby. She handed the fruit basket to a passingvisitor, who thanked her profusely and walked away, basket in hand.
A nurse noticed Carol's wounded hand and immediately took her to get stitches. Felix stayed by herside the whole time, occasionally glancing at his phone to check messages.
After her wound was taken care of, Felix saw her onto the bus. Carol took her seat and saw Felix sitdown too. Her heart softened, “Aren’t you going to see Listina?”
“I need to make sure you get home first. You’re injured; it’s not convenient for you.”
Carol’s irritation evaporated, and she leaned her head against his shoulder, still feeling a bitwronged.
Felix gazed ahead; after a while, he heard sniffles coming from his shoulder. He turned to see Caroldiscreetly wiping away tears.
Carol was a true beauty, turning heads wherever she went. She was outspoken by nature, bossingFelix around within just two weeks of dating. She was the quintessential rich girl, unaccustomed tohardship.
Now her tears soaked his shirt as they fell. He felt a surge of irritation and, without thinking, hepressed her head to his shoulder.
“What’s there to cry about?”
Listina wept far more bitterly when she lost her parents. When his own mother had jumped off thebuilding, he couldn’t even cry, and they were just kids back then.
Carol had enjoyed years of a pampered life. What more did she want? He should hate her. Soonhe’d achieve his goal and could dump her.
As immersed in these thoughts, he felt her arms wrap around his waist. Carol relied on these smallgestures, clinging to him.
It wasn’t until the bus stopped near her apartment that he nudged her awake. Her hand was injured,and she was already delicate and fussy. Now she complained of tiredness after just a few steps andasked for water.
They were so close to her home, but without a word, Felix entered a 24-hour convenience store andreturned with a bottle of water.
Carol glared at him, claiming she couldn’t open it. He unscrewed the cap and held the bottle to herlips.
Her mood lifted instantly, and after a few sips, she was ready to head back to her apartment.Resting until evening, Felix started making dinner without prompting.
“Felix, I want a durian pastry.”
Durian was an expensive fruit for Felix. He glanced at her, grabbed his keys and left. Soon, hereturned with a durian.
Carol had never actually eaten the fruit before, put off by its strong smell. But seeing him sodecisive in purchasing it, she regretted her request. Now a durian cost over twenty dollars, and Felixprobably never had such an expensive fruit before.
“Can we return the durian? I was just saying it. I really can’t stand the smell.”
Felix had already started preparing the durian in the kitchen. Carol watched, saying nothing as heskillfully made the pastry.
His movements were elegant, composed; Carol could relish the sight of him cutting up vegetablesfor a whole day.
His cake featured a layer of durian flesh in the middle. Sitting on the couch, Carol savored her treatcontentedly.
Seeing her happy, Felix returned to cooking. But half an hour later, Carol called out, “Felix, my facefeels itchy.”
Her hand was hurting, so she could only scratch with her uninjured hand. Felix washed and driedhis hands before going to check on her.
Her face was covered in a rash, clearly an allergic reaction. A surge of frustration welled up insidehim.
“Carol, are you an idiot? Didn’t you know you’re allergic to durian?”
Stunned by the rebuke, Carol responded in disbelief, “What did you say?”
Felix’s expression was stern as he rummaged for allergy medication. He had prepared well, quicklyproducing some capsules.
“Take these, stop scratching.”
But Carol, being her fussy self, deliberately scratched with her finger, irked by his scolding. The nextsecond, he caught her hands. And she, relishing his firmness, couldn’t help but smile at the cornerof her mouth.