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.

supposed to

the hospital, he finally replied to Carol's message

reply. The notification made her eyes sparkle and

We get fresh ingredients every day, but I can

live? I can bring you some, with the manager's blessing. They'd just go to waste otherwise, and it

there's

bus and read her text, his eyelashes

[Okay, the address is...]

it

she needed an excuse to visit. And now she had a

was a penny-pincher who'd never let employees take hleftovers; normally, those

for a few favored longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were lucky

but the thought of winning Felix over - and considering all the

made her

fresh groceries, from meats

the tshe reached Felix's doorstep, her palms

creaked alarmingly, she saw it was plastered with small ads. It

with her heart

his door, she knocked; the buzzer

had chosen this tdeliberately, guessing

in a simple white sweater,

was momentarily stunned by his calm, handspresence before collecting

this is where

"It's just a rental."

swept the small but cozy space, even smaller than her own place but clean and warm. It spoke

extra points and placed the bags on a nearby

barely enough space for one person. Anyone

the bags and

Your restaurant had leftovers of

lucky day. Heard it was imported, sold at a

once a week to the grocery store, only

carrying

him would usually feel inferior, but Felix, when dealing with the high rollers at the BlueSky Bar, never showed

That was the

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."