Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Rain continued to patter against the pavement outside as the car cto a standstill.

The silence within the vehicle was palpable, and Carol knew all too well that her pleas had yet to satisfy Felix.

Her fingernails dug deep into her palms as she lifted her gaze, a strained smile playing on her lips.

"Mr. Brown, shall I get down on my knees for you?"

Her words were laced with jest, yet they sent a shiver through Felix's eyelashes.

Their eyes clashed for the first tin over a month, the sole moment of direct contact in a sea of deliberate avoidance.

At all other times, Carol's gaze never lingered on him.

"You're welcto try," he dared her.

Carol remained silent, keenly aware of Felix's machinations. The depths of his cunning were profoundly unsettling.

Bending her knees, she was ready to kneel without hesitation when he abruptly grasped her wrist.

"Carol, where's your pride?" he taunted.

A genuine laugh burst forth from her, so close to tears it nearly broke her.

"Mr. Brown, what a thing to say. It's not like I've never knelt before."

Felix didn't respond, an irritable mood taking hold as he turned to the driver.

"Go check outside."

soaked through the driver's shirt. Whenever these two were together, the

somber, thick with tension.

this suffocating space but opportunities were

with his chance at hand, he flung the car door open and darted towards the person lying in

assessing the woman's injuries, he rushed

hurt pretty bad. She needs

her. Have someone stay with her," Felix

the driver hadn't recognized Zoey's face. Otherwise, he wouldn't

"Right away, Mr. Brown."

turned back to Carol.

didn't bother to reply. There was little else she

adopting an 'out of sight, out of mind"

her phone, switched off, rang unanswered

awoke in her hospital bed to find Elvis and

swung open

now A-list celebrities, their mere presence in a hospital enough to

tell them to leave, but her throat was bandaged tightly, muffling her voice to

her

happened to you? Do you have any idea? You were in critical

was a close call."

sobs, a wave of delayed terror washing

agent and in a sense their superior, said nothing. He checked the IV

settling back down.

she was unable to voice a single

forward,

back overnight, got leave from the director. Don't worry,

blinked to signal her

sense of