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.

expression was muted as if he

was ready, he brought it

to help, Carol accidentally bumped her finger, wincing with

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

odd—despite their intimacy, she still felt butterflies when

led her to the couch,

insist she was fine, but then

Next time, just order delivery.

curved, her

feeling sorry

his expression shifted for a moment

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

triumph washed over her. Good,

was Ms. Miller. These tasks were not her usual fare. Felix should

he finished tending to her wound, storing

like a shadow, "Felix, you're so good to

pulled her hand,

"Let's eat first."

certain;

the couch, watching him tidy

unable

"Peelan apple.”

fridge and leisurely began peeling them

growing more content by the

with cubed apple pieces, she stretched out

"Feed me."

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

to spoil me, then I'm definitely

didn't respond but fed her a piece with a

closed her eyes, contentedly munching

few bites, she lost interest, tilting

smell nice. What is that

wasn't a typical masculine

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

like Carol; she had grown up with him