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 it.

assistant was also nearly soaked through, and upon seeing Felix, he asked in a low voice, "Mr. Brown, you

just shook his head and settled quietly

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

flipped over on the way, Mr. Brown cback by himself

place to wait for

to get

But Carol wasn't there.

not daring to intrude, exchanging

lobster in the middle

small sip of

couldn't be Carol - she

standing outside. Her eyes were

arms around his waist.

Please don't be mad. I'll never scold her that way again. Don't marry her;

momentarily frozen by

said sternly,

faster down Listina's

me. It hurts, Felix. Cto

"I'll cover tomorrow."

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

up at him with those teary, pleading

the tears from her cheeks when Carol's voice cut through

you not stand in front of my house and disgust

and instinctively pushed

stood there, having arrived unnoticed, a limited edition handbag slung over her shoulder, her

them into

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

the company is Brown's

all over, turning to