Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

"Yeah, he’s gone too far, but what can I do about it?"

Her tone was indifferent, as she leaned back and closed her eyes.

Nathan tried to put himself in Carol's shoes. If he were her, he'd feel utterly powerless. After all, her father still needed Felix's letter of understanding; otherwise, who knew how long he'd have to stay behind bars.

He drove in silence, and when they reached the newly opened park, he quickly got out to scout ahead.

It had snowed recently, leaving the paths a bit damp, but thankfully, the morning sun had dried them out.

"Ms. Miller, come on out."

Carol stepped out in her heels, somewhat taken aback by the pristine new park. She hadn't been following its development and was surprised at how nice it had turned out.

Nathan led the way, enthusiastically introducing the sights. After less than fifteen minutes, Carol sat down on a nearby bench, "I'm thirsty."

Nathan glanced around, "I'll go grab some water. Just sit tight here."

He quickly started to search his phone for the nearest concession stand.

Carol watched his flustered figure with a hint of scorn in her eyes. Sincere efforts got trampled, while insincerity was often lifted to the skies.

A sneer tugged at her lips, and suddenly, her eyes misted over. The urge to cry hit her out of nowhere.

She quickly rubbed her eyes and looked up at the clear blue sky, pushing down the lump in her throat.

Twenty minutes later, Nathan returned, carrying a bag with seven or eight bottles of water. It was clear he'd bought them from most to least expensive, but at a small vendor like this, the most expensive wouldn't be more than 1.5 buck a bottle.

Carol took a bottle, attempting to open it, but Nathan was quicker, opening it and holding it to her lips.

Carol raised an eyebrow, and then caught on.

"Nathan, are you trying to butter me up?"

"It's up to you to give me that chance, Ms. Miller."

"Aren't you afraid of Felix?"

Her words stung Nathan's pride. Deep down, he was indeed afraid of Felix finding out. Even if Felix wasn't into Carol, she was still marked as his, and men had their pride; no one wanted their belongings eyed by another male, especially not a friend.

Nathan couldn't stand being belittled by Carol and grabbed her hand, "I'm not afraid." Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Carol didn't pull away but instead looked at the bottle in her hand, "Fine, I'll come see you at the office tomorrow."

Nathan's face went white as he quickly let go of her hand. Inside, Carol snickered, though her face remained expressionless.

Realizing his own embarrassment, Nathan grabbed her hand again, "Okay."

He never expected to be so reckless under the lure of a beautiful woman.

Carol had long noticed that Nathan was the type to be led by desire, yet never had the guts to satisfy it.

"And then what? If I come to you, Ms. Miller, what will you do? Reward me?"

Carol's allure was overwhelming, and Nathan found himself unable to resist.

"Sure, today it's holding hands; next time, I might just plant one kiss on you."

Nathan's cheeks flushed instantly, his heart racing. He was enamored with Carol's face, her haughty attitude; he wished he could just kneel at her feet, willing to do whatever she desired.

He knew Carol was toying with him, but what of it? He had always wanted her to play him, but never had the chance.