Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

She quirked a smile, rattling off a list of cravings in one breath, and he responded almost immediately.

[I'll make dinner tonight. I've been discharged from the hospital, and the doc says I'm good as long as I don't go jogging or

anything.]

Carol instantly forgave him.

[Great, I'll head back right now.]

Bubbling with joy, she swung open the door to her bedroom and gave Abner a heads up.

It wasn't unusual for her to stay out; she had her own fancy digs elsewhere, and Abner never tied her down.

Carol took the bus back to her apartment, even instructing her people to drive her luxury car back.

As she unlocked her apartment door, the sound of chopping greeted her ears.

She had seen Felix cook before, but her heart still warmed at the sight.

Standing at the kitchen doorway, she saw him aproned up, one hand wielding a knife, the other pressing down on the vegetables.

Carol wrapped her arms around him from behind, "You're hurt, you know. Maybe we should just order in."

Felix's eyes darkened momentarily as he felt her hands around his waist.

"I'm fine, go sit down."

Carol buried her face in his back, "lI don't want to."

He set the knife down, turned, and with hands braced on the counter, he kissed her.

The kitchen smelled of detergent, spotless under his care, and Carol even caught a hint of his own scent.

Felix smelled like sunshine and cleanliness, with an undercurrent of coolness buried deep.

Carol's heart raced, her cheeks flushed. It took a half-hour of kissing before she reluctantly headed to the living room.

Felix resumed his kitchen tasks while Carol watched, unblinking from the couch.

spot, Felix's expression was muted as if

dinner was ready, he brought it to

help, Carol accidentally bumped

hand, blowing on the cut, sending heat rushing to her

was odd—despite their intimacy, she still

from her finger, led her to the couch, and cleaned the

wanted to insist she was fine, but

brought soup. Next time, just

her

feeling sorry for

grip paused, his expression shifted for a moment before returning

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

of triumph washed over her. Good, he should

These tasks were not her usual fare. Felix

tending to her wound, storing the antiseptic back in the medicine

followed him like a shadow, "Felix, you're

didn't reply, instead, he pulled her hand, guiding her to

"Let's eat first."

Carol was certain; Felix cared for

couch, watching him tidy the kitchen, her heart

unable to

"Peelan apple.”

apples from the fridge and leisurely began peeling

growing more content by

pieces, she stretched

"Feed me."

down at her, a smile flickering, "You're acting like a

spoil me,

but fed her a piece with

eyes, contentedly munching

bites, she lost interest,

nice. What is that

wasn't a typical masculine

was Listina's scent. Felix had once bought her an expensive perfshe adored, carrying it

had grown up with