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

to Carol's

almost losing hope for a reply. The notification made

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

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

there's even

and read her text, his eyelashes

[Okay, the address is...]

it to

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

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

like Carol were lucky to

it before, but the thought of winning Felix over - and considering all

and collected - made her

a variety of fresh groceries, from

reached Felix's doorstep, her palms

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

with her

she knocked; the buzzer

had chosen this tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't eaten dinner

in a simple white sweater, almost haloed

by his calm, handspresence

is where

"It's just a rental."

space, even smaller than her

mentally gave him extra points and placed the bags

tiny, barely enough space for one person. Anyone else would make it feel

the bags

Your restaurant had leftovers

Heard it was imported,

his shopping habits, once a week to the grocery store, only buying

always carrying bags with

with the high rollers at the BlueSky Bar,

the allure for

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."