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

the hospital, he finally replied to Carol's message with a simple,

hour, almost losing hope for a reply. The notification made her eyes sparkle and a smile

I work at the barbecue restaurant? We get fresh ingredients every day, but I can only make

blessing. They'd just go to waste otherwise, and it could

there's

bus and read her text,

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it

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

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

favored longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were lucky to

the thought of winning Felix over

so cool and collected - made her believe

variety of fresh groceries, from meats

Felix's doorstep, her palms

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

with

his door, she knocked; the buzzer had

this tdeliberately, guessing

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

stunned by his calm, handspresence before collecting

is where you

"It's just a rental."

cozy space, even smaller than her own place but

him extra points and

kitchen was tiny, barely enough space for one person. Anyone

the bags

Your restaurant had leftovers

Heard it was imported, sold at a

once a week to the grocery store, only buying

carrying bags with

feel inferior, but Felix, when dealing with the

That was the

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."