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

the hospital, he finally replied to Carol's message with a simple, [Looks

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

told you I work at the barbecue restaurant? We get fresh ingredients

the manager's blessing. They'd just go to

Sometimes there's even

boarded the bus and read her text, his eyelashes fluttering

[Okay, the address is...]

it to

up his address already, but she needed an excuse to

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

for a few favored longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were

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

made her believe she could handle it

a variety of fresh groceries, from meats to veggies, everything

reached Felix's doorstep, her palms

elevator creaked alarmingly, she saw it was plastered with small

floor with her

she knocked; the

had chosen this tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't eaten dinner

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

stunned by his calm, handspresence before

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

gave him extra points and placed the bags on a

tiny, barely enough space for one

looked inside the bags and

restaurant had leftovers of

it was imported, sold at

to the grocery store, only buying affordable protein like tofu and eggs. He

always carrying

with the high rollers at the

the

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."