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.

housekeeper went

upon seeing Felix, he asked in a low voice, "Mr.

just shook his head and settled quietly into

men with mud on their trousers, the housekeeper couldn't help but

rushed back too hastily, the car flipped over on the way, Mr. Brown cback

in place to wait

get

But Carol wasn't there.

the others not daring to

in the middle untouched, just nibbled at a few

sip of coffee,

- she

found Listina standing outside. Her eyes were swollen from

arms around his waist.

I'll never scold her that way again. Don't marry

frozen

senses, he said sternly, "Haven't I told you

faster down

didn't have Christmas’ dinner with me. It hurts, Felix. Cto my place; I've cooked us

"I'll cover tomorrow."

I want you tonight. It's Christmas' Eve.

him with

her cheeks when Carol's voice cut through

stand in front of my house

and instinctively

handbag slung over her shoulder,

them into the

mean 'your house'? If it weren't for Felix's pity, you'd have lost this place long ago.

company is Brown's

stiffened all over, turning to