Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1719

Carol burst into laughter upon hearing the remark. There was a blush of embarrassment on the girl's face; her words had been an exaggeration, and she knew it. But that didn't stop the others from chiming in.

"Seriously, Carol, your boyfriend is a real looker! He could give our high school quarterback a run for his money. Where on earth did you find such a handsome dude?"

Being complimented on her boyfriend's looks made Carol swell with pride. He was the man she'd fallen for at first sight, after all.

She was about to respond when the conversation took a sharp turn.

"Sure, he's easy on the eyes, but I heard he doesn't have a steady job. Always hustling with part-time gigs, probably scraping by, right?"

"What a waste! If he came from money, he'd have a lot more options."

"With looks like that, I bet there's a line of sugar mamas ready to scoop him up. At least he seems loyal to Carol."

"What's loyalty worth these days? It doesn't pay the bills like a cool million would."

Carol wasn't particularly popular in this group. She'd taken this job just to appease Felix and hadn't bothered playing nice with her coworkers.

Now, as they backhandedly insulted her, implying she was destined to a life of poverty, Carol felt each word like a dagger. She wasn't bothered for herself—after all, she was genuinely wealthy and didn't care about being called a pauper.

But as the catty comments continued, one of the girl's boyfriend arrived, bringing a bunch of umbrellas with him. Everyone got one, except for Carol. The man had intended to offer Carol one, but a stern look from his girlfriend made him awkwardly retract the offer.

Left alone in the shop, Carol's frustration and hurt grew. She grabbed her phone and hastily sent Felix a message.

[Break up!!!]

No sooner had she sent the text than she saw someone approach with an umbrella. It was Felix. Noticing the message alert, he took out his phone only to see,

[Carol has retracted a message.]

Frowning, Felix quickened his pace to the diner's entrance, where Carol sat alone, her face a storm cloud of silence.

He shook his umbrella, "Let's go home."

He glanced around, noticing the absence of her colleagues. "Ostracized?"

Carol bristled like a cornered cat, "Nonsense, I get along fine with everyone."

"The others who didn't bring umbrellas are gone, but you're still here, waiting. And you wouldn't ask me to come get you, not with your pride. So, you didn't expect me to show up, and no one bothered to bring you an umbrella."

Carol's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and resignation.

Maybe she had been isolated, more than she cared to admit. How did Felix, just a regular guy, seem to read her so well?

Felix offered her a tissue as he squatted down in front of her. "So, Ms. Miller, you are crying over common folks giving you the cold shoulder?"