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

felt the wet warmth on his palm and ended up 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 him love letters in school was still quite high. Yet now, he sat by the

slender fingers still rested on the tub, his entire demeanor restrained yet awkward. Unable to bear the heat inside her body

fingers trembled,

up. But Shirley held his hand, moving it

downward. As his

look at her even more, as if the hand wasn't his own.

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

"Shirley."

burying his head into his knees. His other hand was still held by her under the cover of water, already at the spot

was too distinct. After what felt like ages, the rippling water finally stilled.

No response came.