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.

over, gotta head

made it to university back then, I'm the only one with just

my department, and the boss watcheslike a

out

last half-cigarette slowly, then ambled

bus, he picked up sfruit and dropped by a pharmacy for

finding her still curled up, her

calmly fed her

her bleary eyes to look at

"Felix."

got a fever. Rest up. I'll

an apple, and brought it over on a

sluggish, her throat sore, hardly able

she forced down a

so good to

hanging by his side, not

could see her sweat-dampened smile, even the strands of hair on

making her look vulnerable.

now a simple act of

lips curled into a smirk, and

wave of panic, but knowing he was there, she

she was still worried about him

toff again?

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

more important than

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

so tired. I need to

"Sleep then."

fall asleep, her

her fever

stomach rumbling, she woke to

way through the

wash up.

a happiness she couldn't find with anyone