Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Felix stood before her, leaning in slowly, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face.

"She'll be cooped up for the next two months," he said. Seemed like this was the way how he handled it.

Carol couldn't help but chuckle. Wasn't this just another way of protecting Listina? After all, she had just been through the wringer with Maja. If Listina

kept making waves, Maja’s people were bound to not let her off the hook.

So, she had to be tucked away, safe from the possibility of rubbing someone the wrong way and getting another slap.

Carol didn't bother arguing. She simply continued scrolling through her phone. She texted Nathan.

[Craving shrimp, the jumbo kind.]

Nathan was always quick to reply. To Carol, it was a gof sorts, sending him messages even during her restless late-night hours.

But no matter the time, Nathan was always prompt with his response.

Carol almost believed he was just sitting there, waiting for her texts without ever blinking. Still, she couldn't shake the playful intent; this guy was no

different from Felix, each with their own agenda.

[I'll pick sup. How about I also make a roast chicken to help you recharge? When will you be over?]

[Leaving now.]

After sending the message, she stood up, tossed her phone into her purse, and headed for the door with it.

Felix's grip on her wrist stopped her, "Where to?"

"Hanging out with Maja."

downwards, "I'll have the

I'll eat

go of her wrist, instead, he drew closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. Carol's heart skipped a beat. She frowned,

know

misunderstanding, Mr.

hands remained around her waist, still not intending to let go. Carol

after a moment's thought, he asked, "Who do you want to

have many relatives or friends, so it was up to Carol

want too many people

visibly darkened his expression. He didn't respond, and

his reaction; she simply opened the

Felix, she

waiting outside.

"Ms. Miller!"

window and got out, "Park the car

"Sure thing."

Nathan opened the door for her. The house was warm, so she removed her scarf

homework nearby.

initiating a greeting, Carol caught the scent of cooking from the kitchen;

up, her eyes shyly meeting Carol's,

"Nathan

her gaze to her homework, "Lately,

better."

Carol's downturn. But Carol didn't see the

Your brother

chicken soup. It's

He brought Carol a cup of herbal

cooking.

wasn't large, over one hundred square meters, but compared to his old place in the alley,

flipped on the TV to watch a variety show. Fiona wheeled closer to