Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1852

One moment, she thought he deserved it; the next, her head throbbed with a mix of emotions and pain.

By the time she reached the hospital, she just happened to see the doctor leaving Felix's room.

Carol hesitated at the door, wrestling with her feelings, before she finally pushed it open slowly.

Felix was lying in the hospital bed, an IV needle sticking out of the back of his hand.

Soon, a nurse came in to give her some instructions.

"The fever hasn't broken yet. When this bag is empty, ring the bell next to you," the nurse said, glancing at her with a hint of curiosity. "Are you family?"

"Ah, yes, I am."

"You should go complete the paperwork while the medication drips. It's going to be a while."

After Carol finished with the paperwork and returned, she took a seat by the bed.

In her memory, this might have been the first time she sat by his bed like this.

She felt restless, her gaze fixed on Felix's face, unable to extinguish the burning anger inside her.

It wasn't until the evening, after the nurse had changed his medication several times, that she stood to leave.

But then she noticed her sleeve caught in his grasp.

Her brow furrowed as she tried to pull away, but when she looked up, their eyes met.

Felix’s fever seemed strangely persistent, not completely subsiding. Carol even thought it might fry his brains.

Now, with his eyes open, he was staring at her unwaveringly.

Impatient, she attempted to yank her sleeve back.

But Felix suddenly spoke, "Don't go."

"Carol, I was wrong, truly. I know I messed up."

Her curiosity piqued, wondering if his mind was muddled.

She slowly sat back down, no longer in a rush to leave.

"What did you do wrong?"

"I shouldn't have lied to you. I should've realized sooner how good you are to me, how you're the best thing for me."

"Mr. Brown, the grand strategist, also has his moments of disgrace," she sneered silently, thinking, 'Keep going, let's see what nonsense you spout today.'

But then, Felix asked, "Are you recording this?"

Although his mind was foggy, he realized what she was doing when she placed her phone close to him.

Carol wasn't embarrassed.

"Yeah, I am. Keep talking."

Confusion flickered in Felix's eyes, his cheeks flushed with fever.

He covered her hand with his, as if he had made a decision.

"Alright, I'll talk."

Carol frowned, wondering what this resigned attitude was all about.

Felix's grip tightened on her hand, which held the phone, the screen showing the recording was still in progress.

"Carol, I love you. I would do anything to keep you with me. Just days after your dad was jailed, I regretted it. But you hated me, wouldn't even spare me a glance. It seemed like I had to play the villain just to get you to talk to me. I wanted to write that pardon, but if I did, would you still stay in Greenfield? I know you too well. The better you were to me before, the further away you would be after. I couldn't do it. I desperately searched for reasons for you to stay, but other than Abner, I couldn't think of anything else."