Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1200

After five years of marriage, Claire suddenly realized she didn't understand Felix Quigley in the slightest.

But then again, she no longer cared to.

Without a second thought, she tossed the cufflinks straight into the trash can.

Some things were meant to be discarded a long time ago. And she wasn't just talking about the jewelry.

About an hour after his arrival in the recovery ward, Felix spiked a fever.

The nurse assured her it was a standard post-operative reaction and simply instructed her to monitor his temperature regularly. Claire dutifully obliged.

But as she reached to check his temperature for the third time, Felix's hand suddenly clamped around her wrist.

Frowning, she tried to pull away.

Instead, his grip tightened fiercely, his feverish muttering growing louder.

“Don't go.”

“Claire, don't leave.”

He wasn't awake; he was completely trapped in a nightmare.

Clearly, whatever was playing out in his mind involved her, driving him to frantically chant her name.

But as his panicked mumbling dragged on, the name morphed into someone else entirely.

“Don't jump! Melanie, don't jump!”

Melanie?

That must have been the name of his tragic first love. Felix's face twisted into an expression of agonizing grief.

Claire had zero interest in his romantic history; she just wanted her damn hand back.

But without warning, the man on the bed yanked her arm with surprising force. Caught off guard, she stumbled forward, crashing onto the mattress right beside him.

He instantly wrapped his arm around her. His raspy voice cut clearly through the quiet room.

“Claire, let's not get a divorce. Please?”

“Let's stay married.”

Even though she knew he couldn't hear her, Claire answered with absolute, unyielding finality. “No.”

She shoved his arm off and pulled herself upright.

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