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.

break's over, gotta head

diploma isn't fancy. If only I'd made it to university back then, I'm the only one with just

and the boss

walked out of the

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

the bus, he picked up sfruit and dropped

her still curled up, her body slick with sweat,

calmly fed her

to look at him, a sheen of

"Felix."

you've got a fever. Rest

up an apple, and brought it over

throat sore, hardly able to

disappoint him, she forced down a

so good

by his side, not

strands of hair on her

making her look vulnerable.

now a simple act of cutting fruit had her so

a smirk, and he

at home, Carol felt a wave of panic, but knowing

worried about

you take toff again? Won't they dock

to find an excuse to give him money, but Felix was no fool; he would surely

more important than any

of warmth, resting her head on his lap, her voice

tired. I need to

"Sleep then."

asleep, her dreams

evening, her fever

was filled with the aroma of dinner, and, stomach rumbling, she woke to find him busy in

glanced her way

wash up.

happiness she couldn't