Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

When Felix got back, Carol was already gone, and it was the housekeeper who opened the door for him.

He glanced around the living room, found it deserted, and casually yanked off his tie.

"Where is she?"

"Ms. Miller had to go out for something," the housekeeper replied.

Felix looked up at the clock on the wall; it was already six in the evening, dinner time, and tonight was Christmas’ Eve.

The housekeeper noticed the mud at the bottom of his trousers and gasped in surprise.

"Sir, did something happen on your way home?"

The staff at the Millers’ were all recent hires - Felix's own people. The previous staff had all been dismissed.

Only President Miller's former assistant remained, now working for Felix.

"It's nothing."

Tonight was Christmas’ Eve, but there was no festive atmosphere in the house.

No Christmas' decorations on the walls, no lanterns in the yard.

After changing upstairs, Felix cback down to see a lavish dinner spread out on the table.

At the center was a massive lobster, Carol's favorite. He used to prepare it often, but since they had fallen out, they hardly shared

a meal.

He glanced at the clock again - seven o'clock, and Carol still hadn't returned.

went to answer

seeing Felix, he asked in a low voice,

just shook his head and settled quietly

on their trousers, the housekeeper couldn't help but ask, "Did something

car flipped over on the way, Mr. Brown cback

to wait for the insurance

suspected Felix was eager to get back to have dinner with

But Carol wasn't there.

quietly, the others not daring to intrude, exchanging

in the

sip of coffee,

couldn't be Carol - she

went to open the door and found Listina standing outside. Her eyes were swollen from

arms around his waist.

Please don't be mad. I'll never scold her that way again. Don't marry her; I'm begging you, it

was momentarily frozen by her

cto his senses, he said sternly,

faster down Listina's

hurts, Felix.

"I'll cover tomorrow."

Christmas' Eve. I want you withtonight,

him

from her cheeks when Carol's

not stand in front of my house and disgust

instinctively

having arrived unnoticed, a limited edition handbag slung over

past them into

mean 'your house'? If it weren't for Felix's pity, you'd have lost

the company is

turning