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

he finally replied to Carol's message with a simple, [Looks

been waiting an hour, almost losing hope for a reply. The notification

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

live? I can bring you some, with the manager's blessing. They'd just go to waste otherwise, and

Sometimes there's

the bus and read her

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it to

had her people dig up his address already, but she needed

who'd never let employees take hleftovers; normally, those

favored longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were lucky to escape daily

it before, but the thought of winning Felix over - and

and collected - made her believe she

of fresh groceries, from

tshe reached Felix's doorstep, her palms were red

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

with her

knocked; the buzzer had long been

this tdeliberately, guessing Felix

door, standing there in a simple white sweater, almost

stunned by his calm, handspresence before

this is where you

"It's just a rental."

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

gave him extra points and

for one person. Anyone else would make

looked inside the bags and

restaurant had

day. Heard it was imported, sold at

shopping habits, once a week to the grocery store, only buying affordable protein like tofu

always carrying bags with

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

the allure for

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."