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

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

get fresh ingredients every day, but I can only make spaghetti.

bring you some, with the manager's blessing. They'd just

Sometimes there's even

and read her text, his

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it to

people dig up his address already, but she needed an excuse to visit. And now

boss was a penny-pincher who'd never let

a few favored longtstaff. Newcomers like

couldn't stand it before, but the thought of winning Felix over - and considering all the hardship he'd

and collected - made her believe she could handle

fresh groceries, from meats to veggies, everything one could

doorstep, her palms were red from

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

with her heart

his door, she knocked; the buzzer had

guessing Felix hadn't

door, standing there in a simple white sweater, almost

was momentarily stunned by his calm, handspresence before

is where you

"It's just a rental."

the small but cozy space, even smaller than her own place but clean and warm.

gave him extra points and placed the bags

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

looked inside the bags

Your restaurant had

it was imported, sold

once a week to the grocery

carrying bags

him would usually feel inferior, but Felix, when dealing with

the

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."