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.

taken off her coat, her cheeks faintly flushed. Suddenly, she reached out

red. He clenched his

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 quite high. Yet now, he sat by the bathtub in

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

trembled, wanting

But Shirley held his hand, moving

then downward. As

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

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

"Shirley."

turn to look at her, suddenly crossing his legs and burying his head into his knees. His other hand was

burying himself like that. But the touch on his hand was too distinct. After what felt like ages, the rippling water

No response came.