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.

rang, and the housekeeper went

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

and settled quietly

their trousers, the

over on the way,

however, had stayed in place to wait for

get back to have dinner with

But Carol wasn't there.

quietly, the others not daring to intrude, exchanging glances

meal, leaving the lobster in the middle untouched, just

sip of coffee, the doorbell rang

be Carol - she had

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

arms around his waist.

that way again. Don't marry her; I'm begging you, it should have

was momentarily frozen by her

he said sternly, "Haven't I

faster

with me. It hurts, Felix. Cto my place; I've cooked us a

"I'll cover tomorrow."

It's Christmas' Eve. I

at him

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

stand in front of

and instinctively

unnoticed, a limited edition handbag slung over

past them into the

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

the company is

all over, turning