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.

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

the floor, his ears turning red. He clenched his fist

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

his entire demeanor restrained yet awkward. Unable to bear the

fingers trembled,

Shirley held his hand, moving it from her cheek to

then downward. As

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

downward, Abner's breathing becoming shaky, his

"Shirley."

dared not turn to look at her, suddenly crossing his legs and burying his head into his knees. His other

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

No response came.