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

to Carol's message with a simple,

almost losing hope for a reply. The notification made

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

you some, with the manager's blessing. They'd

Sometimes there's even

bus and read her text, his eyelashes fluttering

[Okay, the address is...]

it to

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

who'd never let

longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were

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

so cool and collected - made her

purchased a variety of fresh groceries, from meats to

doorstep, her palms were red from

plastered with small ads. It was a shaky, frightening

floor with

his door, she knocked; the buzzer had long been

this tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't eaten dinner

opened the door, standing there in a simple white sweater, almost haloed

momentarily stunned by his calm,

is

"It's just a rental."

her own place but clean and warm.

extra points and placed

barely enough space for one person. Anyone else

looked inside the bags

expensive. Your restaurant had

Heard it was imported, sold at

week to the grocery store, only buying

always carrying bags with

dealing with the high rollers at the

That was the allure for

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."