NovelEnglishShe quirked a smile, rattling off a list of cravings in one breath, and he responded almost immediately.
[I'll make dinner tonight. I've been discharged from the hospital, and the doc says I'm good as long as | don't go jogging or
anything.]
Carol instantly forgave him.
[Great, I'll head back right now.]
Bubbling with joy, she swung open the door to her bedroom and gave Abner a heads up.
It wasn't unusual for her to stay out; she had her own fancy digs elsewhere, and Abner never tied her down.
Carol took the bus back to her apartment, even instructing her people to drive her luxury car back.
As she unlocked her apartment door, the sound of chopping greeted her ears.
She had seen Felix cook before, but her heart still warmed at the sight.
Standing at the kitchen doorway, she saw him aproned up, one hand wielding a knife, the other pressing down on the vegetables.
Carol wrapped her arms around him from behind, "You're hurt, you know. Maybe we should just order in."
Felix's eyes darkened momentarily as he felt her hands around his waist.
"I'm fine, go sit down."
Carol buried her face in his back, "lI don't want to."
He set the knife down, turned, and with hands braced on the counter, he kissed her.
The kitchen smelled of detergent, spotless under his care, and Carol even caught a hint of his own scent.
Felix smelled like sunshine and cleanliness, with an undercurrent of coolness buried deep.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCarol's heart raced, her cheeks flushed. It took a half-hour of kissing before she reluctantly headed to the living room.
Felix resumed his kitchen tasks while Carol watched, unblinking from the couch.
In her blind spot, Felix's expression was muted as if he was on a mission.
Once dinner was ready, he brought it to the table.
Eager to help, Carol accidentally bumped her finger, wincing with pain.
Felix grabbed her hand, blowing on the cut, sending heat rushing to her cheeks.
It was odd—despite their intimacy, she still felt butterflies when near him.
He peeled the bandage from her finger, led her to the couch, and cleaned the wound.
Carol wanted to insist she was fine, but then he spoke.
"l ignored you on purpose when you brought soup. Next time, just order delivery. Why hurt yourself like this?"
Carol's lips curved, her gaze falling on him.
"Oh, feeling sorry for me?"
Felix's grip paused, his expression shifted for a moment before returning to neutral.
"Yeah, I'm sorry."
A wave of triumph washed over her. Good, he should be.
After all, she was Ms. Miller. These tasks were not her usual fare. Felix should be grateful.
Silent, he finished tending to her wound, storing the antiseptic back in the medicine cabinet.
Carol followed him like a shadow, "Felix, you're so good to me."
He didn't reply, instead, he pulled her hand, guiding her to the dining table.
"Let's eat first."
After dinner, Carol was certain; Felix cared for her.
She sprawled on the couch, watching him tidy the kitchen, her heart melting.
Once he finished, she started to nitpick, unable to help feeling aggrieved from the day.
"Peelan apple.”
Felix retrieved two apples from the fridge and leisurely began peeling them in the kitchen.
Carol watched, growing more content by the minute.
When he cout with cubed apple pieces, she stretched out on his lap.
"Feed me."
Felix looked down at her, a smile flickering, "You're acting like a child."
"If you're willing to spoil me, then I'm definitely a child."
He didn't respond but fed her a piece with a toothpick.
Carol closed her eyes, contentedly munching away.
After a few bites, she lost interest, tilting her head.
"Felix, you smell nice. What is that scent?"
It wasn't a typical masculine fragrance.
It was Listina's scent. Felix had once bought her an expensive perfshe adored, carrying it everywhere, even to the hospital.
Listina wasn't like Carol; she had grown up with him and could have been a little princess.
Listina cherished her sole bottle of perfume, while Carol's collection could fill a room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCarol sniffed again, her next breath caught by his pinch on her nose.
"You're mistaken."
Her nose turned red, playful banter between them.
"Alright, I'm wrong. You meet so many people every day, smelling like perfis normal. If only | were rich, | could be your sugar
mommy."
"Carol."
"Hmm?"
"I have to step out later."
A frown creased Carol's brow. He was still in such a state, yet he had to go?
"A friend's in trouble."
Their relationship was new, their circles unfamiliar to each other.
Besides, Carol was uneasy; her friends were wealthy and influential, hard to introduce to Felix without risking exposure.
Until Felix was irrevocably in love, Carol couldn't risk revealing her true identity.
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