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

he finally replied to Carol's message with

an hour, almost losing hope for a reply. The

We get

you live? I can bring you some, with the manager's blessing. They'd

there's even

read her text, his

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it

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

a penny-pincher who'd never let employees take

longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were lucky to

it before, but the thought of winning Felix over -

so cool and collected - made

groceries, from meats to veggies,

doorstep, her palms

was plastered with small ads. It

with

she knocked; the buzzer had

this tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't eaten

the door, standing there in a simple white sweater, almost haloed

momentarily stunned by his calm,

this is where you

"It's just a rental."

swept the small but cozy space, even smaller than her own place but clean and warm. It spoke volumes about its

and placed the bags

tiny, barely enough space for one person. Anyone else

inside the bags and

expensive. Your restaurant

Heard it was imported,

grocery store, only buying affordable protein like

always carrying bags with

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

That was the allure for

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."