Chapter 1719
Carol burst intoughter 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?"
Beingplimented 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 particrly popr in this group. She''d taken this job just to appease Felix and hadn''t
bothered ying 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 cattyments continued, one of the girl''s boyfriend arrived, bringing a bunch of
umbres 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 umbre. 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 umbre, "Let''s go home."
He nced 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 umbres are gone, but you''re still here, waiting. And you wouldn''t ask
me toe get you, not with your pride. So, you didn''t expect me to show up, and no one bothered
to bring you an umbre."
Carol''s cheeks flushed with embarrassment and resignation.
Maybe she had been isted, more than she cared to admit. How did Felix, just a regr 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?"
Her tears weren''t for the others’ harsh words. After all, she was really rich, so she didn''t care about
others saying that she was poor.
But if she had no money and those people still said so, she would copse.
Her tears were for Felix. Despite their recent cold war, he hade for her. And despite the
umbre, his trousers were soaked—proof of his effort.
She sniffled, "Your pants are all wet."
"It''s pouring."
"Then you''ll have to carry me, or I''ll get soaked too. Rememberst time? I ended up sick because
you left me in the rain."
Felix handed her the umbre, "Hold this while I carry you, okay?"
"Sure."
Carol''s mood lifted as she closed the diner and Felix crouched for her to climb on.
"Hey, you''re not nning to carry me all the way home, right? It''s quite a distance."
"You think too much. There''s always cabs."
She felt a twinge of disappointment, but nestledfortably on his back, she held the umbre
high.
She was instantly lost and her butt moved. "You know what, it''s quitefortable to be carried by
you. It''s morefortable than sitting in a Maserati."
Felix chuckled, "As if you had sat on it."
Of course Carol had sat on it, and it was a limited collection, but this could not be told to him.
She circled her hands around his neck and held an umbre with one hand.
Felix had long hailed a taxi and was waiting for him at the intersection.
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They reached the cab in minutes, Felix''s pants a little wetter while Carol remained dry. The driver
shook his head at Carol''s delicacy, but she ignored him, realizing how petnt she''d been.
Once inside, Felix''s words sent warmth through her, "She''s entitled to it."
After all, she was the daughter of the Miller family. How many people could be as privileged as her?
But to Carol, this was not what he meant.
She thought that Felix was going to spoil her for the rest of her life, so she replied, "Yes, I''m entitled
to it."Carol beamed, epting her privileged fate.
Her tenacity had won her a perfect boyfriend, and as Felix''s cab pulled away, she held onto that
victory, and onto him.