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.

grin, "Just speaking my mind. My break's over, gotta head back. The boss has been on my case

only I'd made it to

department, and the boss

out

finished his last half-cigarette slowly,

off the bus, he picked up sfruit and dropped by a pharmacy

still curled up, her body

calmly fed

eyes to look at him, a sheen of tears in

"Felix."

a fever. Rest up. I'll cut you

apple, and brought

sluggish, her throat sore, hardly able

him, she forced down a couple of slices before nestling

good

his arm hanging by his

he could see her sweat-dampened smile, even the strands of hair on her forehead soaked and

making her look vulnerable.

a simple

smirk, and he

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

worried about him

toff again? Won't they dock

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

fine. You're more important

a surge of warmth, resting her head on his

tired. I need

"Sleep then."

fall asleep, her dreams

evening, her fever

the aroma of dinner, and, stomach

way through the half-open

up. Dinner's

happiness she