Chapter 1724


    His gaze swept past her toward the hospital room where Listinay, as if ensuring that Carol hadn’t


    stirred up any trouble again.


    Carol found herself at a loss for words. Clutching the fruit basket tightly, she entered the elevator in


    silence.


    Felix didn’t head straight to Listina''s room but followed Carol and pressed the elevator button. A


    palpable tension hung between them until Carol broke the silence.


    “I won’te to visit anymore, sorry. I just thought with your part-time job and taking care of her, it


    must be exhausting. I wanted to help, but I didn’t realize she disliked me so much.”


    The elevator descended slowly, soon reaching the lobby. She handed the fruit basket to a passing


    visitor, who thanked her profusely and walked away, basket in hand.


    A nurse noticed Carol''s wounded hand and immediately took her to get stitches. Felix stayed by her


    side the whole time, asionally ncing at his phone to check messages.


    After her wound was taken care of, Felix saw her onto the bus. Carol took her seat and saw Felix sit


    down too. Her heart softened, “Aren’t you going to see Listina?”


    “I need to make sure you get home first. You’re injured; it’s not convenient for you.”


    Carol’s irritation evaporated, and she leaned her head against his shoulder, still feeling a bit


    wronged.


    Felix gazed ahead; after a while, he heard snifflesing from his shoulder. He turned to see Carol


    discreetly wiping away tears.


    Carol was a true beauty, turning heads wherever she went. She was outspoken by nature, bossing


    Felix around within just two weeks of dating. She was the quintessential rich girl, unustomed to


    hardship.


    Now her tears soaked his shirt as they fell. He felt a surge of irritation and, without thinking, he


    pressed her head to his shoulder.


    “What’s there to cry about?”


    Listina wept far more bitterly when she lost her parents. When his own mother had jumped off the


    building, he couldn’t even cry, and they were just kids back then.


    Carol had enjoyed years of a pampered life. What more did she want? He should hate her. Soon


    he’d achieve his goal and could dump her.


    As immersed in these thoughts, he felt her arms wrap around his waist. Carol relied on these small


    gestures, clinging to him.


    It wasn’t until the bus stopped near her apartment that he nudged her awake. Her hand was injured,


    and she was already delicate and fussy. Now sheined of tiredness after just a few steps and


    asked for water.


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    They were so close to her home, but without a word, Felix entered a 24-hour convenience store and


    returned with a bottle of water.


    Carol red at him, iming she couldn’t open it. He unscrewed the cap and held the bottle to her


    lips.


    Her mood lifted instantly, and after a few sips, she was ready to head back to her apartment.


    Resting until evening, Felix started making dinner without prompting.


    “Felix, I want a durian pastry.”


    Durian was an expensive fruit for Felix. He nced at her, grabbed his keys and left. Soon, he


    returned with a durian.


    Carol had never actually eaten the fruit before, put off by its strong smell. But seeing him so


    decisive in purchasing it, she regretted her request. Now a durian cost over twenty dors, and Felix


    probably never had such an expensive fruit before.


    “Can we return the durian? I was just saying it. I really can’t stand the smell.”


    Felix had already started preparing the durian in the kitchen. Carol watched, saying nothing as he


    skillfully made the pastry.


    His movements were elegant,posed; Carol could relish the sight of him cutting up vegetables


    for a whole day.


    His cake featured ayer of durian flesh in the middle. Sitting on the couch, Carol savored her treat


    contentedly.


    Seeing her happy, Felix returned to cooking. But half an hourter, Carol called out, “Felix, my face


    feels itchy.”


    Her hand was hurting, so she could only scratch with her uninjured hand. Felix washed and dried


    his hands before going to check on her.


    Her face was covered in a rash, clearly an allergic reaction. A surge of frustration welled up inside


    him.


    “Carol, are you an idiot? Didn’t you know you’re allergic to durian?”


    Stunned by the rebuke, Carol responded in disbelief, “What did you say?”


    Felix’s expression was stern as he rummaged for allergy medication. He had prepared well, quickly


    producing some capsules.


    “Take these, stop scratching.”


    But Carol, being her fussy self, deliberately scratched with her finger, irked by his scolding. The next


    second, he caught her hands. And she, relishing his firmness, couldn’t help but smile at the corner


    of her mouth.