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.

and the housekeeper went

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

his head and settled quietly into a

the

the car flipped over

to wait for the insurance

eager to get back to have dinner with

But Carol wasn't there.

daring to intrude, exchanging

lobster in the

sip of

- she

standing outside. Her eyes were swollen from crying, who immediately wrapped

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 should

frozen by her

said sternly, "Haven't I told you

faster down

have Christmas’ dinner with me. It hurts, Felix. Cto my place; I've cooked us

"I'll cover tomorrow."

want you tonight. It's Christmas' Eve. I want you withtonight, Felix.

looked up at him with

her cheeks when Carol's

in front of my house and disgust

and instinctively

limited edition handbag slung over her shoulder, her face

past them into

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

the company is Brown's

turning to look