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

hospital, he finally replied to Carol's message

losing hope for a reply. The notification made her eyes

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

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

there's

and read

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it

up his address already, but she needed an excuse

a penny-pincher who'd never

for a few favored longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol

thought of winning Felix over - and considering all the

cool and collected - made her believe she could handle

a variety of fresh groceries,

Felix's doorstep, her palms were red from carrying the

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

floor with her heart

she knocked; the buzzer had long been

tdeliberately, guessing

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

his calm, handspresence before

this is where you

"It's just a rental."

even smaller than her own place but clean

and placed the bags on a nearby

barely enough space for one person. Anyone else would make it

looked inside the bags

restaurant had leftovers

was imported, sold at

once a week to the grocery store, only

always carrying bags with

but Felix, when dealing with the high rollers at the BlueSky Bar, never

the

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."