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.

always looked out for Abner, the epitof a caring elder

could act, Abner had already poured one

a wry

almost forgot, you've grown up

carried a hint of melancholy. Sometimes, in the

froze, unsure of

lan should excuse themselves, but there was no easy

pushing the

this is what

smile could thaw the coldest hearts, a

“Thanks.”

Everyone began to eat.

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

dates.

not to care, but his ears were

are. My mom hopes I'll settle down by

Next year, huh.

shifted involuntarily

together, his brow slightly furrowed

pry further when

about you? Don't you have someone you're into?

twitched in annoyance, understanding why

a direct question in front of everyone, probably not the first

shifted, his grip on the cutlery

also looking his

"Shut up!"

the matter, shy? At

holed up with