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 to be

the hospital, he finally replied to Carol's message with a simple, [Looks

losing hope for a reply. The notification made her eyes sparkle and

you I work at the barbecue restaurant? We get fresh ingredients every day,

They'd just go to waste otherwise,

there's

the bus and read

[Okay, the address is...]

it

her people dig up his address already, but she needed an excuse to visit. And now she had

restaurant's boss was a penny-pincher who'd never let employees take hleftovers;

Newcomers like Carol were lucky to escape

winning Felix over - and considering all the hardship he'd faced while

collected - made

groceries, from

reached Felix's doorstep, her palms were red from

was plastered with small ads. It was a shaky, frightening ride,

floor with

his door, she knocked; the buzzer had long been

this tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't eaten dinner

standing there in a

stunned by his calm, handspresence before collecting

is where

"It's just a rental."

gaze swept the small but cozy space, even smaller than her own place but

him extra points and placed the bags on a

space for one person. Anyone else would make

inside the bags and raised an

expensive. Your restaurant

Heard it was imported, sold

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

always carrying

like him would usually feel inferior, but Felix, when dealing with the high

was the

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."