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Felix followed the instructions meticulously until every trace of the day's turmoil was scrubbed away.

Carol could hear the makeup artist's voice through the phone, and that familiar sense of helplessness seeped through her bones once again.

She thought her heart had grown immune to pain, but in that moment, it ached as if a knife was twisting inside it.

Men like Felix could send you plummeting to hell one second and hoist you to the heavens the next.

Her lips trembled several times, but in the end, she bit down hard, refusing to speak.

Her silence wasn't surrender-it was sheer exhaustion.

It was the kind of tiredness that felt like giving up, like saying 'whatever'.

She fell asleep soon after.

Felix showered and lay beside her.

For the next three days, Carol drifted through life like a lost soul.

Many people called her, curious about what exactly had happened at the wedding, but then Felix took her phone away.

She didn't know how he responded to those inquiries, but the questions about that day ceased.

As for Nathan, it seemed that the Miller Group had demoted him, sending him to a branch office.

Since that day, Felix hadn't spoken a word to him.

Nathan knew that if it hadn't been for the need to take care of Fiona, Felix wouldn't have let things slide.

The day Nathan was transferred, it was raining; he was clutching his suitcase as he went downstairs, and he ran into Felix, who was surrounded by a crowd of fawning executives.

Nathan clenched his fists, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Felix dismissed the other executives and approached him. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Nathan had expected a fistfight, knowing Felix's ruthless nature.

But instead, Felix offered him a cigarette, asking if he smoked.

Nathan realized belatedly that he feared Felix, yet he was also filled with rage because the wedding had gone through.

"Nathan, Carol has caused you trouble," Felix said.

Nathan's anger flared, and he couldn't help but sneer, "What right do you have to say that? Who do you think you are to her?" Felix chuckled coldly, "Her husband. Legally recognized." Oh, so he had cto gloat.

Nathan's face drained of color as he realized Felix had played him.

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"Felix, Carol doesn't love you. She's just tired of fighting you." "So his Cigarette into a nearby trash can.

sponded, flicking , you don't really's into you, do you?" Content- to englishSW Nathan turned even paler as his pride was trampled upon by someone he once considered a brother.

Suddenly, his collar was seized, and l.ne he looked up into Felix's eyes, catching a glimpse of that cold, murderous intent and feeling his own lips quiver in fear. S "You should be grateful for Fiona's existence." With that, Felix released him, "Carol is pregnant. I'm building up good karma for my child, so I'm sparing you." Nathan felt as if he'd been stabbed again, nearly passing out from the shock.

That evening, when Felix returned home, he found Carol sitting in the garden, contemplating the blossoms. Spring had arrived, and the garden was in full bloom.

He casually draped his suit jacket over the couch and walked over to her, resting his hands on the back of her chair.

"I think we're missing a weeping willow here." Carol ignored him, so he went ahead and made a call, ordering the immediate transplantation of a willow tree by the pond. The response was quick, and within twenty minutes, workers turned up to start the job.

Carol's mood for appreciating the flowers vanished, replaced by irritation.

As she stood to go inside, Felix grasped her wrist.

"We could add skoi to the pond for good luck. What color do you like?" She laughed sarcastically, "With all the mess you've made, even a house full of them wouldn't be enough to bring good fortune." He fell silent instantly.