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.

in the tub, had already taken off her coat, her cheeks faintly flushed. Suddenly, she

by the bathtub, 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 look at her, turning his head away, his brows furrowed in

rumors about him, still acing tests and receiving awards as if nothing could touch him. Despite carrying the burden of

demeanor restrained yet awkward. Unable to bear the heat

trembled, wanting

Shirley held his hand,

downward. As his

dared not look at her even more, as if the hand wasn't

her grasp, continued downward, Abner's breathing becoming shaky, his forehead covered

"Shirley."

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

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

No response came.