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.

for Abner, the epitof a caring elder sister, so instinctively, she wanted to pour

Abner had already poured one for

offered a wry

forgot, you've grown

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

hand froze, unsure of

should excuse themselves,

pushing the house specialty towards

is what

smile could thaw the coldest hearts, a

“Thanks.”

Everyone began to eat.

Shirley with a few questions, like when she planned to get married, if her family

dates.

but his ears

are. My mom hopes I'll settle

Next year, huh.

glance shifted involuntarily to

were pressed tightly together, his brow slightly furrowed

further when lan

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

mouth twitched in annoyance, understanding why Abner

front of everyone, probably not the first time, no wonder he

grip on the cutlery nearly

his way.

"Shut up!"

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

up