NovelOnlineFelix's face turned grim as he gently set the spoon down on the table.
"Listina, | don't want to hear that sort of talk again."
Listina quickly wiped away her tears. "I just hate seeing you work so hard. The doctor said we need to bring in a specialist for the
surgery. It's not just about the money, it's about having the right connections."
"I'll handle it."
Felix picked up the spoon again, scooped up ssoup, and offered it to her lips.
"Just focus on getting better, okay?"
"Then promiseyou'll cto visit often, even if you're busy. It gets so lonely here by myself."
"Promise."
When Carol stepped into the elevator, several nurses were already inside.
The doors closed, and the gossip began.
"That girl upstairs sure is lucky. Any other guy would have bolted by now, probably think she's too much of a burden."
"Her fiancé is such a catch—handsand kind. I've heard no matter how tired he is, he always makes tto see her. Where do
you find a man like that?"
"When will | ever get that lucky? I'd be happy just to get a peck from a guy with half his looks."
Laughter erupted among them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut Carol wasn't listening; her mind was preoccupied with Abner's phone call.
Her father had warned her repeatedly not to get involved with a poor boy, and Felix himself wasn't keen on dating an heiress. It
looked like the charade would have to continue.
Her father, though loving, was unyielding on these matters of principle.
Returning to the Miller estate, she was greeted by the butler's news, "Mr. Abner is waiting for you in the study."
Carol braced herself for the encounter.
As soon as she opened the study door, Abner's voice filled the room.
"Wandering around in the middle of the night again?"
"Dad, Yolanda's got races coming up, right? | got curious about motorcycles, so she tookfor a ride. But then she got a call from
a friend who needed her. It was easy to catch a cab there, so | figured I'd just take one home. Didn't expect to run into some
thugs."
Her expression was earnest, and she never lied to Abner.
Abner's brow furrowed, a shadow crossing his eyes. "I've had those men dealt with. You should keep away from that crowd."
Carol stuck out her tongue playfully. "Yolanda's not really bad company. She's just a bit wild, you know?"
Abner wasn't old-fashioned enough to look down on girls who loved extrsports. Still, he refused to let his only daughter fall for
a man without means.
Carol had lacked a mother's love, and despite Abner's best efforts, he never quite filled that void. To this day, she was headstrong
and free-spirited.
That suited Abner just fine. He had no interest in pressuring his child to achieve greatness. A safe and steady life was all he desired
for her.
His mood softened, and he hesitated slightly. "If you really like motorcycles, let Yolanda teach you. But they're dangerous. Make
sure to keep the speed down."
Seeing that he wasn't opposed to her new interest, Carol felt a sudden warmth in her heart, her eyes welling up.
"Dad, it was just a one-night curiosity. | wouldn't get into something that dangerous."
Abner rubbed his temple. "I've always been lenient with you. Do whatever you like, but avoid trouble."
His daughter had to remain untarnished.
Carol felt a bitter twist in her heart—lying to a loved one was never easy.
As she turned to leave, Abner asked, "What happened to your hand?"
Carol froze, almost forgetting the burn on her hand.
Felix hadn't seemed to notice when she brought him the soup—didn't even ask.
So when Abner inquired, it felt like salt in the wound.
"I tried cooking."
Abner massaged his temple, more puzzled than before. "Are you tired of living comfortably? Looking for trouble?"
Carol couldn't argue, her heart heavy at the thought of Felix.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAbner waved her off, knowing her interests were fickle. "Go on out. | have a meeting soon."
"Okay, Dad."
Back in her room, Carol felt drained.
Her phone chimed—a message from Felix. A photo of her apartment's dining table, a first-aid box open, filled with various
medicines. A tube of burn ointment was most prominent.
His message followed.
[Letknow what you're craving. I'll cook. Stay out of the kitchen.]
He didn't say he was sorry, nor any other cheesy line—just simple words that somehow healed Carol.
She didn't understand why, but Felix always seemed to say just the right thing at just the right time.
Her emotions were a roller coaster because of him—tense, disappointed, happy, and back again.
Falling in love sure was a torment.
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