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 Carol's message with a simple, [Looks

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

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

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

boarded the bus and read her text, his eyelashes fluttering

[Okay, the address is...]

it to

but she needed an excuse to

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

a few favored longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were

Felix over - and considering all the hardship he'd faced

and collected - made her believe she could

she purchased a variety of fresh groceries, from meats to veggies,

Felix's doorstep, her palms were red from carrying

alarmingly, she saw it was plastered with small ads. It was

floor with her

door, she knocked; the buzzer had

chosen this tdeliberately, guessing

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

his

this is

"It's just a rental."

her own place but clean and warm. It spoke volumes about

mentally gave him extra points and

one person. Anyone else would

looked inside the bags and raised an

Your restaurant had leftovers

day. Heard it was imported, sold at a

the grocery store, only buying

carrying bags

would usually feel inferior, but Felix, when dealing with the high

the allure

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."