Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Without any support, Shirley slipped straight into the bathtub, swallowing several gulps of water in the process. "Shirley."

He called out in panic again, immediately lifting her out of the water.

Shirley's hair was completely drenched, her chest rising and falling slightly, her gaze hazy as she looked at him.

"Abner."

"Yeah."

"I feel awful."

Abner's hand clenched the edge of the bathtub, gripping it tightly, feeling a surge of impulse racing through his body, yet he forced it down. Right now, Shirley wasn't lucid, unaware of what she was doing. "How can I help you?"

How to make her feel better.

her coat, her cheeks faintly flushed. Suddenly, she reached out a hand, grabbing his, and kissed

sitting on the floor, his ears turning red. He clenched his fist tightly, as if trying to hold onto something. He dared not

receiving awards as if nothing could touch him. Despite carrying the burden of his family's reputation, the number of girls writing

his entire demeanor restrained yet awkward. Unable to bear the heat inside her body

trembled, wanting

hand, moving it from her cheek to

then downward. As

he dared not look at her even more, as if the hand wasn't his own. He turned his head away,

still in her grasp, continued downward, Abner's breathing becoming shaky, his

"Shirley."

not turn to look at her, suddenly crossing his legs and burying his head into his knees. His other hand was still held by her

the sound of rippling water in his ears. He didn't dare lift his head, burying himself like that. But the touch on his hand was too distinct. After what felt like ages, the rippling water finally stilled. He hadn't dared to open his eyes, yet his entire body was flushed, asking hoarsely, "Are you okay

No response came.