Chapter 1728


    He''d been in the hospital room for half an hour. When he stepped out, he spotted Carol perched on


    a bench in the corridor, nodding off with exhaustion.


    At the sound of the door, she jerked awake and scurried over to him. As they entered the elevator


    together, she watched his face carefully, making sure he wasn''t still mad at her. Only then did she


    slip her arm through his.


    "Is Listina awake now? Does that mean you don''t have to worry anymore? Can youe home


    every day now?"


    "Carol."


    He called her name and sped her hand, "I don''t want to break up with you."


    Her eyes sparkled at his words, and she nearly leaped onto his back with joy.


    "Me neither, I don''t want to break up. Don''t mind my dad. He just wants me to be with someone


    ''matched for marriage’. He even threatened to cut off my credit card and took back the vi and my


    car. But I won''t give in."


    Her eyes shone brightly, and a smile curled on her lips, "Felix, as long as you don''t let go of my


    hand, I''ll be by your side forever."


    Muchter, Carol would recall these words and realize how right Zion was; she had been too young


    to understand how difficult the journey of “forever” could be.


    She was the only one holding on, while the other seemed to treat it all like a passing joke, a


    spectator watching her determination.


    True to Abner’s word, that very night Carol''s bank card was frozen. During her time with Felix, she


    had barely spent a dime. Compared to her previous monthly allowance of hundreds of thousands,


    now she was just paying the rent for an apartment.


    Her job at the diner wasn''t taken seriously; she was oftente, which cost her 30 dors each time.


    By the end of the month, she was left with less than 200 dors.


    But her rent was 500 dors. With her card cut off, she needed to find a way to make rent.


    Carol was stubborn. Whatever her father forbade, she''d do out of spite. Whatever Felix


    discouraged, she''d do anyway, defiant to the core.


    Spoiled from childhood, she thought, how hard could it be to earn 500 dors? Worst case was to


    do multiple jobs a month just like Felix.


    But after a week, she was so exhausted she hardly had energy left for intimacy with Felix. She was


    too tired. As soon as she got home, she''d copse on the couch and fall asleep in seconds.


    Sometimes, even eating felt like too much effort. She''d never worked this hard before, standing all


    day at the diner and then cashiering at a convenience store.


    "Felix, I''m so tired. I''m only working two jobs, but why does it feel so exhausting? How have you


    managed all these years?"


    He worked at least four or five jobs a month, facing as much abuse as she did, if not more. How had


    he endured it all?


    Carol was heartbroken. Once wealthy and indifferent to others'' opinions while working at the diner,


    now, stripped of her luxury car, designer bags, and clothes, she started to care what people said.


    Felix reached out and wiped her cheek with a washcloth. She hissed softly and settled into his


    embrace.


    "I used to apply face cream every day when I got home. Now my dad''s taken even that away. He''s


    so petty, my Gosh."


    Abner had taken more than just her skincare; all the luxury items from their home were gone, and


    he had even warned Carol''s fair-weather friends not to help her out.


    Her skin, once pampered, was now dry from days without cream. She touched her own cheek and


    felt a surge of self-pity.


    "Now I have no serum, no moisturizer. How am I supposed to live like this? My dad is cruel."


    She murmured herints and then fell asleep in his arms. Working two jobs, she was severely


    sleep-deprived, and now, without dinner, she drifted off.


    Felix cradled her head in his palm as he sat on the sofa, gazing down at her face. Dark circles had


    formed under her eyes. She had always taken meticulous care of her skin, even applying body


    lotion to her feet before bonking him.


    Carol''s life had been one of luxury, and she never neglected herself, even in this simple apartment.


    Felix used to pretend he didn''t know the price of her beauty products. When she imed they were


    bought by the pound from a street vendor, he didn''t ask.


    Now his fingers traced her face with a tender touch. He grabbed a pillow and tucked it under her


    head.


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    Carol remained asleep, and he took the keys and stepped out. He was headed to a mall.


    Felix was, after all, a man who knew nothing about women''s skincare. He stopped in front of a store


    with a green facade, peering at the products inside. There was a set for nearly a thousand dors,


    simr to the brand Carol used.