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

hospital, he finally replied to Carol's

almost losing hope for a reply. The notification

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

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

there's even

read her text,

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it

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

boss was a penny-pincher who'd never let employees take hleftovers;

longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were

of winning Felix over

and collected - made her believe she could handle

a variety of fresh groceries, from

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

the elevator creaked alarmingly, she saw it was plastered with small ads. It was a shaky, frightening ride, and she emerged

floor with

door, she knocked; the buzzer had long

guessing

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

was momentarily stunned by his calm, handspresence

this is

"It's just a rental."

gaze swept the small but cozy space, even smaller than her own place but clean and warm. It spoke

mentally gave him extra points and placed

one person. Anyone else

bags and raised an

Your restaurant had leftovers of

Heard it was

the grocery store,

carrying

but Felix, when dealing with the high rollers at the BlueSky

was the allure

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."