Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol returned to her apartment, a smile creeping across her lips at the memory of Felix cooking in the kitchen. It was an image

she just couldn't shake.

She knew her friend Maja had been swamped with overtat the office, so she sent another text to Yolanda.

[Girl, I'm trying not to get too excited, but the man can cook, and he looks like a snack doing it.]

Yolanda's response took its sweet time, arriving ten minutes later.

[Carol, to be honest, I don't see the big deal. He's alright, but the guy can't even ride a motorcycle.]

Carol's lips twitched in amusement, thinking Yolanda only had eyes for bike lovers. She was blissfully happy, even though nothing

had happened between her and Felix. Just the thought of him made her heart flutter.

[Another thing, I bet he can't even afford a motorcycle.]

Carol nearly burst out laughing, rubbing her temples. There was no point arguing with Yolanda; the girl was in her own world.

After a refreshing shower, Carol couldn't resist texting Felix.

[Got home, just showered. You asleep?]

Felix saw the message but didn't reply, standing alone on his tiny balcony with a cigarette.

Her message vanished into the void, and Carol reluctantly drifted off to sleep.

She had expected things with Felix to continue at a lukewarm pace, but after a week of delivering groceries to him, an opportunity

finally presented itself.

That evening, while still at work, she received a text from Felix.

[Don't bother with the food delivery tonight, not feeling too hot.]

Of course, Carol couldn't just do nothing when he mentioned he was feeling under the weather.

[Got a cold? Fever? Should I bring you smeds?]

just don't cover

that, Felix

curiosity was piqued. The more you tell her not to do something,

him with texts, none

check on him. She tried to excuse herself, but the manager, who had taken a dislike

sneered.

up with those customers. This is a respectable barbecue place, we don't want any scandal. If

scene here, it'll affect all of

had confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet

bouquet. The manager

a tad envious of Carol's youth and

coming here for barbecue aren't your princes. A bouquet

end up in bed. If you get knocked

knowing it would be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where she worked.

hassle of

to the supermarket, picked up sseafood, and headed to

But Felix wasn't home.

ages with

to stay out for the night, or if he was just trying to distract her with his

charming someone

usual indifference

a whole five hours, before she heard the faint sound

the door, nearly asleep, she perked up at the

eyes met Felix's. He reeked of

say

are you back so late? Weren't you

dragged out for drinks. My head is

right to pry, but she

bit too much

with his keys, his fingers trembling

the keys from him and

as if he was trying to suppress

go get you something to sober

wrist was grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm not drunk, it's not the

"What is it then?"

she felt the heat emanating

and from the looks