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

he finally replied to

reply. The notification made her eyes sparkle

restaurant? We get fresh ingredients every day, but I can

blessing. They'd just go

Sometimes there's even

boarded the bus and read her text, his eyelashes

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it to

his address already, but she needed an

penny-pincher who'd never let

longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol

the thought of winning Felix over - and considering all the

made her

variety of fresh groceries,

the tshe reached Felix's doorstep, her palms

plastered with small ads. It was

floor with her

she knocked; the buzzer

had chosen this tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't

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

his calm, handspresence

this is

"It's just a rental."

smaller than her own place but clean and

him extra points and placed

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

bags and raised an

expensive. Your restaurant had leftovers

was imported, sold at

researched his shopping habits, once a week to the grocery store, only buying affordable protein like

carrying

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

the allure

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."