Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Maja flashed a bright smile at Shirley. "Con in, saved you a seat."

Shirley unwrapped the lightweight cashmere scarf from her neck and immediately spotted Abner, dressed in black.

Abner sat ramrod straight, not looking her way.

A twinge of inexplicable sourness hit Shirley's heart as she followed Maja into the private dining room.

Maja pulled out a chair for her, and she murmured a "Thanks."

Just moments ago, Abner had been sarcastic with lan, but now he was as still as a statue, utterly silent.

Shirley took the initiative to break the ice.

“Abner, long tno see.”

Abner's posture stiffened even more, and it took him a few seconds to grunt out a response. "Yeah."

Regret crept into Shirley's mind for coming here; her presence seemed to have stirred an awkward tension in the air.

Maja handed her ssilverware, and she thanked her again.

The atmosphere in the private room was indeed delicate. After a long pause, Abner mustered up the courage to speak.

“It's been a while.”

lan thought Abner was quite the actor, probably had been keeping tabs on Shirley for stime.

Rumors painted Abner as a madman, merciless when dealing with rivals, even capable of going to extremes when provoked.

Now he seemed lost, staring into his plate, clearly uncomfortable.

caring elder sister, so instinctively, she wanted to

could act, Abner had already poured one

a wry

you've grown up

voice carried a hint of melancholy. Sometimes, in the blink of an eye, years pass

froze, unsure of what

should excuse themselves, but there was

the house

what

hearts,

“Thanks.”

Everyone began to eat.

probed Shirley with a few questions, like when she planned to get married,

dates.

to care, but his ears were pricked

are. My mom hopes I'll settle

Next year, huh.

shifted involuntarily to

lips were pressed tightly together, his

dare to pry further

you? Don't you have someone you're into? Heard you were head over heels. How's

in annoyance, understanding why

a direct question in front of everyone, probably

his grip

at Shirley, who was also looking his way.

"Shut up!"

of food, continuing to tease, "What's the matter, shy? At your age, you should be having

not just holed up with your