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, gotta head back. The boss has been on my case

fancy. If only I'd made it to university back then, I'm the only one with

the boss watcheslike a

Nathan walked out

half-cigarette slowly, then

sfruit and dropped by a

into her apartment, finding her still curled up, her body slick with sweat, feverish

fed her

opened her bleary eyes to look at him,

"Felix."

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

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

her throat sore,

not wanting to disappoint him, she forced down a couple of slices before nestling into

good to me,

arm hanging by his side, not embracing

her sweat-dampened smile, even the strands

making her look vulnerable.

him, and now a simple act of cutting fruit had her

lips curled into a smirk, and he softly

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

was still worried about

toff again? Won't they dock

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

more important

surge of warmth, resting her head on

I need to

"Sleep then."

her

her fever had

dinner, and, stomach rumbling, she woke

her way through the half-open

up.

happiness she