Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1851

After Cornelia and Elvis had left, Maja grabbed Carol's hand with an urgency that brooked no delay.

"Spill it, what's up?"

Carol shook her head, her gaze drifting to the fruit bowl on the coffee table. "Just wanted to check on you."

"You drove here yourself?"

"Yep."

Carol found herself struggling to broach the subject of Felix.

Back when Maja was still playing cat and mouse with Ian, she always raved about how wonderful Felix was. But in the end, she was left with egg on her face.

Now, it seemed she couldn't bring herself to mention Felix to anyone.

The whole social circle was waiting to see her fall flat on her face again – and they had already had a good chuckle once before.

Carol forced a smile, then heard Maja's voice cut through the tension. "Felix isn't still on his knees at home, is he?"

"How did you know?"

"He showed up out of the blue at Greenfield Gardens yesterday. Dropped to his knees with a thud in front of me, crying and begging. I thought I was watching a soap opera."

A situation that was suffocatingly awkward was suddenly turned on its head by Maja's flippancy, and Carol felt an unexpected urge to laugh.

The weight on her shoulders seemed to lift a little.

Maja motioned to a servant to prepare some fruit.

Ian came downstairs, announcing he had a quick meeting to attend.

Glancing at the wall clock, he triple-checked, "I'll be home by six in the evening."

While stepping into his shoes at the entryway, he continued to reel off reminders. "Remember to take your medication. I've scheduled a check-up with the doctor for tomorrow at noon. And that stroller you wanted? It should be air-shipped here by this afternoon. As for those flowers you asked for, they have such a short bloom time – just three days – so they won't be fresh by the time they get here."

After slipping on his shoes and opening the door, he suddenly noticed Carol. "Oh, when did Carol get here?"

Carol, who had been feeling a bit down, was now completely speechless.

With a frown, she sprawled out on the couch, choosing to escape into sleep. It was a shameful retreat, but effective.

She hadn't rested well the previous night, and now, with the warmth of the living room enveloping her, she fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke, it was already evening, and Maja had left dinner for her.

Eating absentmindedly, Carol found herself reluctant to return home.

Maja had prepared a guest room for her, and without Felix around, Carol slept soundly.

After staying for two days, she figured Felix wouldn't have stayed on his knees that long. Probably, he had gotten up once he realized she wasn't coming back.

But the man was sometimes an enigma to her. So when the servant called to say Felix had fainted from kneeling for nearly four days, Carol thought she was hallucinating.

"Ms. Miller, the master has been kneeling for almost four days. He's just fainted and has been feverish."

Carol's heart clenched, and she abruptly ended the call.