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

to

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

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

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

there's even

bus and read her text, his eyelashes

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it

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

never let employees take hleftovers; normally,

longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were lucky

couldn't stand it before, but the thought of winning Felix over

- made her believe she could handle

she purchased a variety of fresh groceries, from meats to

Felix's doorstep, her palms were red from

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

with her heart

knocked; the buzzer had long

this tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't eaten dinner

standing there in a simple white sweater,

was momentarily stunned by his

this is where

"It's just a rental."

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

gave him extra points and placed

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

inside the bags and raised an

restaurant had leftovers of

day. Heard it was imported,

habits, once a week to the grocery store, only buying

carrying

feel inferior, but Felix, when dealing with the high rollers at the BlueSky Bar, never showed a hint

the allure

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."