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 message with

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

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

I can bring you some, with the manager's blessing. They'd just go to waste otherwise, and it could save

there's

bus and read her text,

[Okay, the address is...]

it

dig up his address already, but she needed

penny-pincher who'd never

like Carol were lucky to escape daily

the thought of winning Felix over - and considering all the hardship he'd

so cool and collected - made her believe she

groceries, from meats to veggies,

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

with small ads. It

with her heart

his door, she knocked; the buzzer had long been

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

standing there in a

was momentarily stunned by his calm, handspresence before collecting

this is where you

"It's just a rental."

but cozy space, even smaller than her own place but clean and warm. It spoke volumes

gave him extra points and placed the

enough space for one

inside the bags and raised an

Your restaurant had leftovers of

day. Heard it was

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

always carrying

would usually feel inferior, but Felix, when dealing with the high rollers at the BlueSky Bar, never

That was the allure for

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."