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 Carol's message with a simple, [Looks

waiting an hour, almost losing hope for a reply. The notification made her eyes sparkle and a smile curve

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

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

there's

bus and read her text, his eyelashes

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it to

already, but she needed an excuse to

who'd never let employees take hleftovers;

like Carol were lucky to

of winning Felix over - and

- made her

purchased a variety of fresh groceries,

tshe reached Felix's doorstep, her palms were red

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

with her heart

knocked; the buzzer had

had chosen this tdeliberately, guessing

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

stunned by his calm, handspresence before collecting

is where you

"It's just a rental."

smaller than her own place but clean and warm.

extra points and placed the bags

barely enough space for one person.

looked inside the bags and raised

Your restaurant had leftovers

day. Heard it was imported, sold at

researched his shopping habits, once a week to the grocery store, only buying affordable protein

carrying

Felix, when dealing with the high rollers at the BlueSky Bar,

was the allure for

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."