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Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1797

Carol bit into him hard, and both of their mouths were filled with the taste of blood.

But he didn't stop.

How could two people be so physically close, yet their souls drifting further apart?

Carol was forced to tilt her head back slightly, gasping for air under his kisses.

After what felt like an eternity, Felix released her chin, his hands gripping her waist.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

The pain turned her face pale; she wasn't moved by this, not at all.

But he didn't seem to care about that, his grip on her waist unyielding, as if he wanted to shatter her into pieces.

When it was over, Carol's forehead was slick with sweat.

She lay on the bed, utterly drained, not even considering the possibility of getting up.

A rustle beside her, and then Felix was wiping her brow with a tissue.

"Get out."

Her voice was hoarse when she said the words; exhaustion made it difficult to even glare at him. She surrendered to sleep.

Felix covered her with a blanket, tucked it in, and then he went outside to smoke, staring up at the sky.

It was cold outside, a wind shaking the trees, their shadows casting ghostly wails.

He smoked one cigarette but it wasn't enough, so he smoked a second, quietly watching the sky outside.

Ten minutes before midnight, he turned to wake her.

Carol had barely slept three hours, every movement a struggle, her body begging for more rest.

"Get up to watch the fireworks."

He shook her gently.

Annoyed, she buried her head under the blanket.

Felix peeled it away, only to be met with a slap.

She had slept for half an hour, and had regained a bit of strength, but the slap wasn't hard enough to leave a mark on his face.

His face darkened as he pulled her up.

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