Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1689

Felix didn't say much, just motioned for someone to bring in five bottles of top-shelf liquor, each costing a grand.

Carol watched from a corner, impressed by the man's resolve. Barely able to walk straight, yet he remembered Odelia's request to pop open five bottles.

As soon as the bottles were opened, Felix leaned against the wall and made his exit.

Carol rose, exchanged a few pleasantries with those around, and followed him out.

Outside, Felix's shoulders slumped. He staggered, bracing himself against the wall.

The waiter he had kicked earlier approached with a tray, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well, if it isn't Felix, the one who's been keeping Odelia company. What's wrong? Can't hold your liquor?"

Felix had been drunk before, but this time it was bad. His stomach churned, ready to heave at any moment.

The waiter came up to him and gave him a shove. "Feeling mighty last month, weren't you, with that three thousand dollar bonus. You were so pleased with yourself. Everyone knows Odelia's got her eye on you. Not just Odelia, look how many you've charmed with that pretty face of yours. Just now, she called the manager and said she doesn't need you to serve her private room anymore. That opportunity's mine now. What a pity, Felix."

While muttering 'what a pity', the waiter pushed Felix, who stumbled backwards and accidentally stepped on Carol's shoe.

He didn't look back, clearly drunk, but managed a strained, "Sorry."

His ears and neck were flushed red from the alcohol.

From Carol's angle, he looked rather adorable.

Felix didn't engage further. He staggered into the restroom at the end of the corridor and started to throw up.

Carol didn't follow. To her, this handsome waiter was just a stranger.

Inside the restroom, Felix splashed water on his face, the drunken haze in his eyes vanished, and he didn't look like someone who'd had too much to drink.

He leaned against the wall, pulled out a cigarette, and started smoking.

Droplets of water trickled from his chin down to his uniform as he smoked half the cigarette before chuckling softly and tossing the butt into the nearby trash can.

Carol was capricious, finding true companionship only with her best friend, Maja, and one other person, Yolanda.

Yolanda, her cousin, was wilder than Carol. While Carol enjoyed a drink out, Yolanda was into racing bikes, bungee jumping, and all sorts of extreme sports.

Their time together was scarce due to Yolanda's busy schedule. With Maja tied up, Carol didn't want to bother her, so she called Yolanda to grab a bite.

Yolanda arrived in black leather, hugging her figure tightly, showing up on a motorcycle.

Carol drove a Maserati and nearly collided with Yolanda upon arrival, prompting her to tease, "Your bike is even flashier than my car."

Yolanda, removing her helmet, retorted, "Carol, don't underestimate my ride. It cost as much as your Maserati."