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

was still displaying a scene of massacre. He wanted

foul mood, he held his breath, silently dragging a chair

passed before

Does

"Who?"

who suddenly realized how redundant his own query had

Living like Phil, unburdened and carefree, was the happiest existence. He wasn't weighed

did he feel the need

more it showed they cared about

an eye on the monitors for

this place."

about you? Are you

uptake, he knew an earthquake was imminent and wondered if Philip

die, Phil didn't want to live either. He was about to say

up and land near

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

Researchers were scrambling everywhere while the

weapons, rampaged through the

their way. Walter was skilled, and now that all the

Dylan's containment box.

protected him. Any

ferocious snarls.

just in time,

She doesn't have a nyet and is the

Her genes are exceptional; any children she has will be geniuses among geniuses. The researchers

no interest in the men they put

one; the urge to protect must be a strange emotion

constricted slightly when she saw Dylan's face. A frown creased