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 break's over,

I'd made it to university back then, I'm the

my department, and the boss watcheslike a

out of the

finished his last half-cigarette slowly, then

picked up sfruit and dropped by a

into her apartment, finding her still curled

calmly fed her

at him, a

"Felix."

got a fever. Rest up. I'll cut you

the kitchen, sliced up an apple,

sluggish, her throat sore, hardly

to disappoint him, she forced down a couple of

so good to me,

his arm hanging by his

her sweat-dampened smile, even the strands of hair on her forehead soaked and clinging to

making her look vulnerable.

now a simple act of cutting

into a smirk, and he

panic, but knowing he was there, she

worried about

again? Won't they

give him money, but Felix was no fool; he would surely sense something was

You're more important than any

felt a surge of warmth, resting her head on his lap, her voice

tired. I need

"Sleep then."

her

her fever

and, stomach rumbling, she woke to find him busy

her way through the

wash up.

felt blissful, a happiness she couldn't