NovelEnglishCarol felt a surge of irritation wash over her. She couldn't understand why Felix had to be so complicated. If he was smitten with Listina, why couldn't they just date and be happy? Why did he have to drag her into their mess? "I'll be back later," she muttered.
"And when is 'later'?" Felix pressed, but his voice trailed off into silence at the other end of the line.
He had a sinking feeling that Carol was at her wits' end, utterly uninterested in anything he had to say.
His voice grew stern, "Just cback within twenty minutes." Not bothered to respond, Carol hung up abruptly.
Felix stared at the darkened screen of his phone. Around him, the hotel lobby buzzed with life. It was decked out in opulence, and the air was thick with the scent of perfand the rustle of expensive fabric.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBusiness associates he had recently schmoozed with were now fawning over him, eager to curry favor.
His expression was impassive as he picked up his suit jacket. He had had a bit too much to drink, and the alcohol was making his head spin. "Mr. Brown, let's cut the cake, shall we?" someone suggested cheerfully.
"Go ahead, Mr. Brown, a toast to your success!" Felix, with little enthusiasm, took the knife and made a cut into the towering cake. The guests showered him with well-wishes, but he had no interest in their flattery. Using the first excuse that cto mind, he had his assistant escort him home.
It was 11:20 PM when he arrived home, leaving him just forty minutes before the day was done. He had thought that Carol would obediently return, but when he opened the door to the parlor, she was nowhere in sight.
Turning to the housekeeper, he asked curtly, "Where is she?" "Ms. Miller hasn't cback yet." Felix's mood darkened instantly, and he dialed Carol's number again.
This tthe call went through, but she didn't pick up.
He settled onto the couch in the foyer, when a staff member approached, "Sir, would you like something to help you sober up?" "No, just go to bed, all of you." The lights in the foyer were dim, obscuring his brooding expression.
The housekeeper and assistant retired, leaving Felix alone on the couch, waiting.
When Carol finally arrived home, she found the villa shrouded in darkness, so she assumed that everyone had gone to bed.
She keyed in the code, opened the door to the living room, and flicked on the lights, only to see the silhouette of a man sitting on the couch. Content belongs vele Śwto Frowning, she began to change her shoes without saying a word.
Felix shielded his eyes from the glare of the overhead light, wincing, and then his gaze found Carol.
After hanging up her coat and tossing her bag onto the console et table, she started to head upstairs but was stopped by his voice, "Geta glass of water." With her steps faltered, she sensed that he must be drunk.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe glanced at the medicine in her hand, pondered for a moment, and then headed to the kitchen.
Dropping three tablets into the glass, she made sure there were no signs of tampering before setting it in front of Felix. His eyes were heavy with intoxication as he looked up at her, and his voice was husky, "Do you know what today is?" Carol racked her brain but cup empty.
He took the glass from her, murmuring to himself.
"I knew it. You don't remember a thing anymore." Dismissing his words as drunken nose, Carol just watched him finishing the water and helped him to the master bedroom. She then sent a message to Listina Listina had been provoking her with texts all this time, but Carol had never responded-until now.
[Felix is drunk. Cand take care of him.] When Listina saw the message, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.
She had been scheming for Felix's affection, and now here was Carol, handing her the opportunity on a silver platter.
What was Carol up to?
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