Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1743

Felix froze at her words, but he didn't immediately push Listina away.

Holding him tighter, Listina's lips curled into a cold smirk. To think that Ms. Miller was nothing but a pawn in her and Felix's game of affection, what could be more thrilling?

Ha, she was losing it now; just wait for what was to come.

"We've always been like this, Felix and I. Looks like you're the outsider. Are you going to keep standing there? Because I can do much worse."

With that, Listina went on her tiptoes and planted her lips firmly on Felix's. Carol's pupils contracted in shock, thinking she must be seeing things.

When she snapped back to reality, she marched over and yanked Listina away. One slap wasn't enough for Carol; she followed it with another, and then another.

Listina screeched, ready to retaliate, but weakened as she was, she was no match for Carol. Her cheek swelled up quickly.

It was then that Felix stepped forward, grabbing Carol's arm, "Carol!"

Carol jolted, and reflexively, she slapped him across the face. Still not satisfied, she threw three more slaps his way.

"He kisses you and you don't dodge? Felix, are you freaking serious? You're just gonna roll in the mud with this lunatic?!"

Blood tinged the corners of Felix's mouth, his expression growing darker.

Watching Carol hit Felix was more painful for Listina than if she were hitting her own flesh. She screamed and lunged at Carol, clawing at her throat.

"You wretched woman, what are you doing? I will kill you! How dare you hit my fiancé?!"

The room went deadly silent at her words. Carol, initially ready to fight back, suddenly felt paralyzed.

Her mind thundered, as if lightning had struck; she just let Listina keep clutching her neck. She felt she couldn’t breathe. Something flickering through her mind, she pieced things together quickly.

Listina was pulled away by Felix.

"Stop it."

"Wh-why, Felix, does it hurt? Let me see your face."

Listina, on her tiptoes again, cradled Felix's face in her hands.

Standing a meter away, Carol suddenly felt as if a chasm had opened beneath her feet, separating her from the two of them.

She looked to the onlooking nurses, one of whom had lent her hand sanitizer the other day, now wearing a grin of someone watching a drama unfold.

Confused and overwhelmed, Carol stepped into the nearby elevator and shakily pressed the button.

Carol blinked back tears that wouldn't fall, her eyes sore but dry, "It's nothing, Yolanda. Can you take me to your place in another city instead? I'd like to spend a few days there."

"Sure, but let's not go too far. It's just a two-hour drive to the suburbs; the scenery's nice, perfect for clearing your head. Did you and your man Felix have a fight?"

The mention of Felix sent a sharp pain through Carol's heart, as if she might pass out from it the next second.

Yolanda switched on the car stereo to play some music, "What do you wanna listen to?"

Carol didn't hear her; her world was in chaos, unable to take in any external sound.

Yolanda waved a hand in front of Carol's face, finding dead stillness in her eyes, "Maybe I should take you to the hospital instead; I'm really worried about you."

The word “hospital” stung Carol again, and she closed her eyes, her voice hoarse and choked.

"Take me to the villa in the suburbs. I want to be alone there for a few days."

"Alright, but I'm free these days. I'll stay with you."

"No need, I want to be alone."

As she spoke, she clutched her own arms where Listina had grabbed her, the pain sharp enough to numb and sober her.