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.

the tub, had already taken off her coat, her cheeks faintly flushed. Suddenly, she reached out a hand, grabbing his,

his palm and ended up sitting on the floor, his ears turning red. He clenched his fist tightly,

school saw this, they would definitely be surprised. Abner was quiet in class, unaffected by the many rumors about him, still acing tests and receiving awards as if nothing could touch him. Despite carrying the burden of his family's reputation, the number of girls writing him love letters in school was still

on the tub, his entire demeanor restrained yet awkward. Unable to bear

trembled,

up. But Shirley held his hand, moving it from her cheek

downward. As

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

her grasp, continued downward, Abner's breathing becoming

"Shirley."

and burying his head into his knees. His other hand

head, burying himself like that. But the touch on his hand was too distinct.

No response came.