Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1715

Carol was an absolute hot mess when it came to living on her own. At home, everything was handed to her on a silver platter. She had a maid to keep her company, and the girl didn't have the faintest idea how much water to add to pasta, let alone how to cook a proper meal. Whenever Felix was around, he would instinctively take care of all those chores.

But why? Why should he lift a finger? It was not like he had to. Carol's inability to fend for herself wasn't his circus, nor his monkeys.

His face darkened for a moment. Carol, with her back turned, blissfully unaware, kept on talking.

"Is that barbecue ribs I smell? It's so good."

Felix's grip on the broom tightened as he let out a light chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Carol asked, walking over to him.

"I'm laughing at the thought of whether you can actually cook when you're alone."

As of now, Carol could barely manage porridge and spaghetti, and even then, she had cooked soup just once.

During their time together, Felix had become her unofficial chef, cooking for her almost every other day. He was so worried she'd order takeout that he often prepared meals for the next day too, stashing them in the fridge.

He'd even taught her how to use the microwave; all she had to do was heat up the food he'd packed in containers.

So, without him around these past few months, except for the initial weight loss from falling sick, Carol had actually gained about three pounds – all thanks to Felix's culinary care.

"I can't," she admitted. "But that's what you're here for, right?"

And why should she learn to cook, with all the money her family had?

Felix stopped talking, finished sweeping the floor, and headed into the bathroom.

The bathroom was cramped, and as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he couldn't resist lighting up a cigarette.

Reflecting on their time together, he realized that aside from deceiving Carol emotionally, he had taken good care of her, almost like a competent nanny. It wasn't what he intended, but he couldn't help himself.

Finishing his cigarette, he rubbed his temples. Had he lost his mind?

Carol didn't know about his smoking break. She sneaked a couple of ribs from the kitchen and settled on the couch to watch a reality TV show.

Coming out of the bathroom, Felix saw her giggling at the screen.

She was such a carefree heiress.

He watched her for so long he lost track of time, only snapping out of it when his phone rang. It was Nathan.