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

replied to Carol's

hope for a reply. The

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

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

there's

and read her text, his

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it

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

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

few favored longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were lucky to escape daily

Felix over - and considering all

so cool and collected - made

of fresh groceries, from

Felix's doorstep, her palms were red from

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

floor with

the buzzer had

guessing Felix hadn't eaten dinner

there in a simple white sweater, almost haloed

by his calm, handspresence before collecting

is where you

"It's just a rental."

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

him extra points and placed the bags on a

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

looked inside the bags

expensive. Your restaurant had

day. Heard it was

a week to the grocery store, only buying affordable protein

carrying bags

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

the allure for

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."