Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol had been around the block more than a few times, but she had never cacross a guy with Felix's background. It was the

rarity that intrigued her.

The harder Felix played hard to get, the more she found herself unable to let go.

As the old saying goes, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

During the day, she waited tables at a cozy barbecue restaurant, her thoughts drifting constantly to Felix. Her dedication was

unwavering.

Cnightfall, she'd return to her stuapartment to hone her culinary skills. But having never so much as boiled water before,

after three days all she could muster was ketchup spaghetti.

She snapped a picture of her creation and sent it to Felix with a message, [Had dinner yet?]

Felix was at the hospital, too preoccupied to even consider opening her message. He was holding Listina's hand, staring at her

without blinking.

The doctor cin with a grim reminder, "It's quite serious. We only have a 30% chance of success with the surgery. If we could

get an international specialist, the odds could increase to 70%, but it's expensive, and there's a heap of recovery costs to

consider."

The doctor knew Felix, who had been a constant figure at the hospital, sometimes even showing up in the middle of the night. He

knew Felix juggled multiple jobs to make ends meet since his parents had passed. It was a tough situation.

"lI understand, thank you," Felix replied once the doctor had left. He stood up, kissed Listina on the lips, and sighed softly. "I wonder

if you'll blme when you wake up."

But he had to take action, or Listina would die.

wasn't supposed

replied to Carol's

had been waiting an hour, almost losing hope for a reply. The notification made her eyes sparkle and

you I work at the barbecue restaurant? We get

They'd just go to waste otherwise, and it

there's even

bus and read her text, his eyelashes fluttering

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it

his address already, but she needed an

who'd never let employees take hleftovers;

Newcomers like Carol were

the thought of winning Felix over - and

and collected - made her believe

a variety of fresh groceries,

Felix's doorstep, her palms

alarmingly, she saw it was plastered with small ads. It was a shaky, frightening ride,

floor with

his door, she knocked; the

tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't eaten

a simple white sweater, almost haloed

momentarily stunned by his calm,

is

"It's just a rental."

smaller than her own place but clean and warm. It

extra points and placed the

tiny, barely enough space for one

the bags and raised

expensive. Your restaurant had leftovers

day. Heard it was imported,

researched his shopping habits, once a week to the grocery store, only buying affordable protein like tofu

carrying

feel inferior, but Felix, when dealing with

the

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."