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

hour, almost losing hope for a reply.

the barbecue restaurant? We get

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

there's

boarded the bus and read her

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it to

needed an excuse to visit. And now she had a perfect

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

longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were lucky to

it before, but the thought of winning Felix

so cool and collected - made her believe

of fresh groceries, from meats to veggies,

doorstep, her palms were red from carrying the

was plastered with small ads. It was a shaky, frightening ride, and she emerged

with her

she knocked; the buzzer had

chosen this tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't eaten dinner

opened the door, standing there in a simple

by his calm, handspresence

this is where you

"It's just a rental."

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

gave him extra points and

for one person. Anyone else would

bags and raised

expensive. Your restaurant

day. Heard it was imported,

grocery store, only buying affordable protein like tofu and eggs. He

carrying bags

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

That was the allure

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."