Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Nathan flicked the corner of his lips before tossing his cigarette to the ground and crushing it underfoot.

"Got any more?" he asked, but then added a cautionary note, "Take it easy, though. That stuff has side effects, and it's not exactly

legal. It's a hassle to get."

"Yeah, I know."

The ringtone of his cell had silenced before Felix finally picked it up and redialed.

The moment Carol answered, his voice softened.

"Hey Carol, what's up?"

"I think I've got a fever."

"I'm on my way. Don't move around too much, just stay put."

"Okay."

Carol had been on the verge of disappointment, but she hadn't expected him to call back.

He must've been at work and didn't hear his phone.

She coughed a few times, curled up on the couch, feeling her whole body burning up with fever.

Nathan watched the scene, biting his cheek.

"Ms. Miller really can't resist you, can she? You've got a knack for playing with people's hearts, almost like you're taming her

subconsciously. But she seems clueless to it all. I reckon she's truly into you, not just playing around. Don't be too harsh, Felix."

He said this and saw Felix's expression darken.

Nathan instantly realized he might have crossed a line. Too far? What about Abner? Who was paying for the lives lost? Carol was

the daughter of an enemy, after all.

my mind. My break's over, gotta head back. The boss has been on

my diploma isn't fancy. If only I'd made it to university back then, I'm

and the

out

finished his last half-cigarette slowly, then ambled

the bus, he picked up sfruit and dropped by a

curled up, her body slick with sweat,

calmly fed her

at him, a sheen

"Felix."

got a fever. Rest up. I'll

kitchen, sliced up an apple, and brought it over on a

was sluggish, her throat sore, hardly able

down a couple

so good

by his

strands of hair on her forehead soaked and

making her look vulnerable.

fever because of him, and now a simple act of

smirk, and

Carol felt a wave of panic, but knowing he was there, she felt an instant

was still worried

toff again? Won't

wanted to find an excuse to give him money, but

fine. You're more important than any

felt a surge of warmth, resting her

tired. I need

"Sleep then."

did fall asleep, her

her fever had

the aroma of dinner, and, stomach rumbling,

her way through

wash up. Dinner's

blissful, a happiness she couldn't find with