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.

the housekeeper went to answer

Felix, he asked in

shook his head and settled quietly into a

both men with mud on their trousers, the housekeeper couldn't help but ask, "Did something

car flipped over on

in place to wait

get back to

But Carol wasn't there.

others not daring to intrude, exchanging glances

touched the meal, leaving the lobster in the middle untouched, just nibbled at a

small sip of coffee, the

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door and found Listina standing outside. Her eyes were swollen from crying, who

arms around his waist.

mad. I'll never scold her that way again. Don't marry her; I'm begging

momentarily frozen by

cto his senses, he said sternly, "Haven't I told you not to

fell faster down

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

"I'll cover tomorrow."

Christmas' Eve. I want you withtonight, Felix.

at him with those teary, pleading

tears from her cheeks when Carol's voice

you not stand in front

and instinctively

a limited edition handbag slung over her shoulder, her face

them into

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

the company

all over, turning to look at