Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

After the harrowing ordeal, Carol felt her nerves still jittery as she returned to her apartment.

She glanced down at her clothes, smeared with blood that was nearly dry, the metallic stench still lingering in her nostrils.

Quickly, she showered, then headed downstairs to the local grocery store to stock up on sfood.

Last time, Felix hadn't been keen on spaghetti, so she decided to skip that and make soup instead.

Following an online recipe step by step, she prepared a hearty bowl of chicken and vegetable soup.

Her first attempt was too watery, so with patience, she started over until she achieved the perfect consistency. Tasting it, she

accidentally scalded her finger on the hot edge of the pot.

But the pain seemed distant as she packed the porridge carefully and rushed back to the hospital.

The back and forth ate up three hours, and by the tshe finished, it was already 6.30 in the morning.

As Carol entered Felix's room with food, she was puzzled not to find him there.

Just as she was about to ask a nearby doctor, she saw Felix standing by the door.

"Where did you go? The doctor said you shouldn't be moving around yet."

The gash on his head from the rock was terrifying, and she still shuddered at the thought of it.

"I'm okay, just went to the restroom," he replied.

Carol set the insulated container down, her fingers adorned with several adhesive bandages.

"Felix, chave sbreakfast," she urged.

at the

right now, Carol. I'm still worried about

whether to reveal her true identity, but his next

just glad you're not swealthy heiress. Otherwise,

had been about to make lodged in her

better if I were?" she asked, trying to sound

eyes closed. "Then I'd feel out of my

words and felt a tremor in her hand. She

guys; I've already called

again, "Felix, please eat

hand, a rare look of gentleness crossing

want to," he said, pulling

matters is you're safe," he

melted. She was about to say something when her father's call cthrough—likely the

information.

the call there, and she

I'll cback to

"Okay."

a silent promise as she

and kissed him on the lips,

turned indifferent. He touched the bandage on his forehead, wincing

picked up the container

was awake, tears welling up at the sight of his bandaged

"Felix, what happened?"

little accident. Don't worry. Are

a few words before dozing off again,

a lopsided heart made from

at the sight, a small smile

stirred the soup and served her a bowl, blowing on each spoonful before offering it to

then