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 be

the hospital, he finally replied to Carol's message with

for a reply. The

at the barbecue restaurant? We get fresh ingredients

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

Sometimes there's

the bus and read her text, his

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it

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

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

a few favored longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were lucky to

thought of winning Felix over - and considering all the

collected - made her believe she could

groceries, from meats

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

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

with

door, she knocked; the buzzer

guessing

standing there in a simple white sweater, almost haloed

his calm,

is

"It's just a rental."

gaze swept the small but cozy space, even smaller than her

points and placed the

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

looked inside the bags and raised

expensive. Your restaurant had leftovers of

Heard it was imported,

grocery store, only

always carrying

feel inferior, but Felix, when dealing with the high rollers at the BlueSky Bar,

the allure for

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."