Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Okay."

Since Philip had said there was no need to understand, he decided not to dwell on it. His gaze finally landed on Isaac, who was now

lying on the ground, slowly reaching out a hand.

Though she hadn't looked at Phil, she seemed to know exactly where he was standing. In her palm was a small insect, still very

much alive.

The last tPhil had caught an insect and brought it to Philip, who had crushed it under his foot. Since then, Phil had been on the

lookout for a new one, to no avail.

Now Isaac had produced one, which suggested that she had been the one to prepare the last insect too, unbeknownst to Phil.

Seeing the blood-stained insect, a spark of excitement flickered across Phil's face. He reached out to take it, but was stopped by

Philip.

"Don't touch it; it's dirty."

It was smeared with blood. Phil obediently refrained from touching it, though his eyes remained fixed on the insect, "Okay."

Isaac held it out for a while, but when Phil didn't cto take it, she slowly let go, finally allowing herself a glance in his direction.

The last thing her eyes rested on was his innocent, uncomprehending gaze. Yes, he had always been like this, oblivious to

everything, just as he was in the beginning.

The insect, still alive, struggled for a moment on the ground before crawling away. Phil didn't look at Isaac again. Instead, he

the monitor behind

scene of massacre. He wanted to

silently dragging a chair

passed before Philip spoke

Does that

"Who?"

Philip, who suddenly realized how redundant his own query had

Phil, unburdened and carefree, was the happiest existence. He wasn't weighed down by

nor did he feel the

more one tried to prove something, the more it showed they cared

eye on the monitors

this place."

what about you? Are

Phil was slow on the uptake, he knew an earthquake was imminent and

were to die, Phil didn't want to live either. He was about to say something when he noticed the insect

up and land near his

Philip was distracted, Phil carefully pocketed the insect. He still yearned

in complete disarray. Researchers were scrambling everywhere while

weapons, rampaged through the

now that all the test

Dylan's containment box.

still hanging there, but a girl had fiercely protected him. Any test

ferocious snarls.

in time,

the most formidable. She doesn't

modified. Her genes are exceptional; any children she has will be

mate, but she only kills. She shows no interest in the men they put in her cell.

the urge to protect must be a strange emotion

pupils constricted slightly when she saw Dylan's face. A frown creased her brow. He looked familiar,