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.

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

diploma isn't fancy. If only I'd made it to

department, and the boss watcheslike a

walked out of

his last half-cigarette slowly, then ambled toward

he picked up sfruit and dropped by a pharmacy for

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

fed her

to look at

"Felix."

a fever. Rest up. I'll cut you

sliced up an apple, and brought it over

her throat sore, hardly able to

down a couple

so good to

his arm hanging by

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

making her look vulnerable.

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

into a smirk, and

Carol felt a wave of panic, but knowing he

she was still worried about

toff again?

find an excuse to give him money, but

fine. You're more important than

warmth, resting her head on his

so tired. I need

"Sleep then."

fall asleep, her dreams restless and

evening, her fever

filled with the aroma of dinner, and, stomach rumbling, she woke

way through

wash up. Dinner's

felt blissful, a happiness she couldn't find with