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 a simple,

reply. The notification made her eyes sparkle and a smile curve her

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

blessing. They'd just go to waste otherwise, and it

Sometimes there's

bus and read her text, his eyelashes fluttering

[Okay, the address is...]

it

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

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

favored longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were

winning Felix over - and considering all the hardship he'd faced

cool and collected - made her believe she could handle it

purchased a variety of fresh groceries,

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

creaked alarmingly, she saw it was plastered with small ads. It was

floor with

she knocked; the buzzer had long been

tdeliberately, guessing

standing there in a simple white

stunned by his calm,

is where

"It's just a rental."

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

gave him extra points and placed

space for one person. Anyone else

looked inside the bags

expensive. Your restaurant had leftovers

day. Heard it was imported,

grocery store, only

always carrying bags

dealing with the high rollers at

was the allure for

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."