Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1709

Carol clutched her cardigan with shaking hands, her heart pounding in the aftermath of the bloody spectacle that unfolded before her.

Felix, her boyfriend, had been brutal and swift, knocking the assailant unconscious with a few well-placed punches before turning his attention to her.

Her face was a mask of shock and fear, but that shifted quickly to alarm as she saw Felix sprint towards her.

"Watch out!"

She barely managed to utter those words when he shielded her in his embrace, taking the fall as a rock meant for Carol's head struck his own.

Pain flashed across Felix's face as he frowned and kicked away the man who had thrown the rock.

The man lay on the ground, howling in pain, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Felix, do you even realize what you're doing? Why are you protecting her?"

Carol, seeing Felix move to confront the man again, panicked and pulled him back.

"Stop, Felix, please. I'm okay, really. Let's not make this any worse."

She had seen Felix in fights before, where he always seemed in control, but tonight he seemed desperate.

The man tried to speak again but was silenced as Felix's cold boot connected with his chin, dislocating his jaw with a sickening crack.

Felix's eyes were dark with anger, blood trickling from a wound on his head.

Carol felt a wave of distress wash over her; she was the reason he was hurt.

Trembling and scared, she quickly turned to the taxi driver who was still in a daze nearby.

"Call an ambulance, now!"

Once the driver snapped out of his shock, he reluctantly drove them to the hospital.

Felix was unconscious, and Carol wasted no time contacting Abner's assistant, asking him to handle the situation quietly, without letting Abner find out.

The last thing she needed was for Abner to berate her for getting into trouble so late at night.

The assistant sighed on the other end of the phone.

"Alright, Miss Carol, I'll deal with it. I'll make sure they're out of the country and never come back."

Carol breathed a sigh of relief, holding Felix close and shedding tears of worry as they arrived at the hospital.

The doctors immediately started treating Felix's wounds.

He lay with his eyes closed, resting in her arms, his blood staining her clothes. She felt a bittersweet mixture of gratitude for his protection and the sour pang of fear.

Half an hour later, Felix stirred awake.

He tried to touch the bandage wrapped around his head but Carol caught his hand.

"Don't. You just got stitches."

Felix dropped his hand and pulled her into an embrace. "Carol, are you okay? You must be terrified."

Her tears flowed freely as she clung to his waist.

She was indeed frightened, especially since they had run into those thugs again.

Felix's hand gently patted her back, seemingly comforting her but in reality, he was lost in thought.

The hospital they were in was the same one where Lisbeth was being treated.

How was Lisbeth doing now?

He had planned to go back and prepare some food for her, but then Carol's trouble had occurred.

His eyes lowered to the sight of Carol's hair.

She kept repeating three words, "I like you."

His lips twitched coldly, but he said nothing.

Carol stood up from his embrace, her eyes still red.

"My relative will handle this. At worst, I'll get a scolding. Don't worry about it."

Felix looked at her softly. "But I can't bear it, Carol. Maybe we should break up."

"No breaking up!"

She was adamant as she said it, "I won't break up with you. The doctor said you need to be hospitalized for a few days. Remember the $2,000 you gave me? It's time to use it. I haven't touched it. I'll go pay your hospital bills. Besides, dawn is breaking, and you haven't eaten. I'll go make some pasta."

With that, she left the room, scared that Felix might insist on breaking up.

No sooner had she left than Felix, despite his injuries, made his way up to Lisbeth's floor.