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.

offered a sheepish grin, "Just speaking my mind. My break's over,

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

the boss

walked out of the

his last half-cigarette slowly, then ambled toward Carol's

up sfruit

straight into her apartment, finding her still curled up, her

calmly fed her

look at

"Felix."

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

sliced up an apple, and brought it over on a fork for

her throat sore,

down

good to

by his

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

making her look vulnerable.

and now a simple

smirk, and he softly patted

but knowing he was there, she felt an

she was still worried

take toff again? Won't they dock your

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

more important than any

a surge of warmth, resting her head on

so tired. I need

"Sleep then."

her

evening, her fever had

was filled with the aroma of dinner, and, stomach

glanced her way through the

up.

a happiness she couldn't find with anyone