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 be

to Carol's

for a reply. The notification made

barbecue restaurant? We get fresh ingredients every day, but I can only make

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

Sometimes there's even

read her text, his eyelashes fluttering

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it

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

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

few favored longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were lucky to escape daily

Felix over - and considering all the hardship he'd

cool and collected - made her believe she

groceries, from meats to veggies,

doorstep, her palms were red from carrying

with small ads. It was a shaky,

floor with her

door, she knocked; the buzzer

chosen this tdeliberately, guessing

in a simple white sweater, almost haloed

his calm, handspresence before

is

"It's just a rental."

small but cozy space, even smaller than her own place

gave him extra points and

one person. Anyone

bags and

Your restaurant had

Heard it was imported, sold at a

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

always carrying

him would usually feel inferior, but Felix, when dealing with

That was the

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."