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 be

to

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

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

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

there's even

read her text, his eyelashes

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it

she needed an excuse to visit. And now

boss was a penny-pincher who'd never let employees take hleftovers; normally, those perks

like Carol were lucky to escape daily

thought of winning Felix over - and considering all the hardship

made her believe she could handle

fresh groceries, from meats to veggies, everything one could

her palms were red from carrying

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

with her

door, she knocked; the buzzer

this tdeliberately, guessing Felix

the door, standing there in a simple white sweater,

momentarily stunned by his

this is where

"It's just a rental."

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

points and placed the bags

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

looked inside the bags and

Your restaurant had

was imported,

habits, once a week to the grocery store, only buying affordable

always carrying

Felix, when dealing with the

was the allure

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."