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 with a simple,

had been waiting an hour, almost losing hope for a reply. The notification

restaurant? We get fresh ingredients every day,

manager's blessing. They'd just go to waste otherwise, and

Sometimes there's even

the bus and read her text, his eyelashes

[Okay, the address is...]

it to

she needed

boss was a penny-pincher who'd never let

longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol

Felix over -

- made her believe she could

fresh groceries,

tshe reached Felix's doorstep, her palms were red from carrying the

she saw it was plastered with small ads. It was a

floor with her heart

his door, she knocked; the buzzer had

chosen this tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't

standing there in a simple white sweater,

stunned by his

this is

"It's just a rental."

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

points and placed

barely enough space for one

looked inside the bags and raised an

Your restaurant

was imported, sold at

a week to the grocery store, only

always carrying

Felix, when dealing with the high rollers at the BlueSky Bar, never showed a

was the allure

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."