NovelAppCarol burst into laughter upon hearing the remark. There was a blush of embarrassment on the girl's face; her words had been an
exaggeration, and she knew it. But that didn't stop the others from chiming in.
"Seriously, Carol, your boyfriend is a real looker! He could give our high school quarterback a run for his money. Where on earth did
you find such a handsdude?"
Being complimented on her boyfriend's looks made Carol swell with pride. He was the man she'd fallen for at first sight, after all.
She was about to respond when the conversation took a sharp turn.
"Sure, he's easy on the eyes, but | heard he doesn't have a steady job. Always hustling with part-tgigs, probably scraping by,
right?"
"What a waste! If he cfrom money, he'd have a lot more options."
"With looks like that, | bet there's a line of sugar mamas ready to scoop him up. At least he seems loyal to Carol."
"What's loyalty worth these days? It doesn't pay the bills like a cool million would."
Carol wasn't particularly popular in this group. She'd taken this job just to appease Felix and hadn't bothered playing nice with her
coworkers.
Now, as they backhandedly insulted her, implying she was destined to a life of poverty, Carol felt each word like a dagger. She
wasn't bothered for herself—after all, she was genuinely wealthy and didn't care about being called a pauper.
But as the catty comments continued, one of the girl's boyfriend arrived, bringing a bunch of umbrellas with him. Everyone got
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtone, except for Carol. The man had intended to offer Carol one, but a stern look from his girlfriend made him awkwardly retract the
offer.
Left alone in the shop, Carol's frustration and hurt grew. She grabbed her phone and hastily sent Felix a message.
[Break up!!!]
No sooner had she sent the text than she saw someone approach with an umbrella. It was Felix. Noticing the message alert, he
took out his phone only to see,
[Carol has retracted a message.]
Frowning, Felix quickened his pace to the diner's entrance, where Carol sat alone, her face a storm cloud of silence.
He shook his umbrella, "Let's go home."
He glanced around, noticing the absence of her colleagues. "Ostracized?"
Carol bristled like a cornered cat, "Nonsense, | get along fine with everyone.”
"The others who didn't bring umbrellas are gone, but you're still here, waiting. And you wouldn't askto cget you, not with
your pride. So, you didn't expectto show up, and no one bothered to bring you an umbrella."
Carol's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and resignation.
Maybe she had been isolated, more than she cared to admit. How did Felix, just a regular guy, seem to read her so well?
Felix offered her a tissue as he squatted down in front of her. "So, Ms. Miller, you are crying over common folks giving you the cold
shoulder?"
Her tears weren't for the others’ harsh words. After all, she was really rich, so she didn't care about others saying that she was
poor.
But if she had no money and those people still said so, she would collapse.
Her tears were for Felix. Despite their recent cold war, he had cfor her. And despite the umbrella, his trousers were soaked—
proof of his effort.
She sniffled, "Your pants are all wet."
"It's pouring."
"Then you'll have to carry me, or I'll get soaked too. Remember last time? | ended up sick because you leftin the rain."
Felix handed her the umbrella, "Hold this while | carry you, okay?"
"Sure."
Carol's mood lifted as she closed the diner and Felix crouched for her to climb on.
"Hey, you're not planning to carryall the way home, right? It's quite a distance."
"You think too much. There's always cabs."
She felt a twinge of disappointment, but nestled comfortably on his back, she held the umbrella high.
She was instantly lost and her butt moved. "You know what, it's quite comfortable to be carried by you. It's more comfortable than
sitting in a Maserati."
Felix chuckled, "As if you had sat on it."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOf course Carol had sat on it, and it was a limited collection, but this could not be told to him.
She circled her hands around his neck and held an umbrella with one hand.
Felix had long hailed a taxi and was waiting for him at the intersection.
They reached the cab in minutes, Felix's pants a little wetter while Carol remained dry. The driver shook his head at Carol's
delicacy, but she ignored him, realizing how petulant she'd been.
Once inside, Felix's words sent warmth through her, "She's entitled to it."
Arter all, she was the daughter of the Miller family. How many people could be as privileged as her?
But to Carol, this was not what he meant.
She thought that Felix was going to spoil her for the rest of her life, so she replied, "Yes, I'm entitled to it."Carol beamed, accepting
her privileged fate.
Her tenacity had won her a perfect boyfriend, and as Felix's cab pulled away, she held onto that victory, and onto him.
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