Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

He must have misheard.

Driving back to the office, he pulled into the parking lot and before he could stop himself, he whipped out his phone.

Not a single new message.

The screen still showed his last question to Carol—Had a good lunch?

Scrolling up, he found most of the conversation was him asking, with hardly a reply from Carol.

Standing in the biting cold, he couldn't resist scrolling further back, back to old conversations that now felt like knives.

[Felix, saw this crazy cloud on my way home, doesn't it look like a whale?]

[LOL, you gotta see this cat, looks just like a pooch. How can it be so chubby?]

[Caught a couple fighting on the street. Stood there so long my legs went numb, eavesdropping for the juicy details—it seemed the guy cheated.]

[Got docked 20 bucks by the manager today, I'm fuming!!]

[Felix, you off work yet? How long till you get here? It's pouring, and I'm without an umbrella.]

[Some drunk customer threw a fit at the bar, and started swinging a stool around. And yes, I got fined again!!]

Felix scrolled on like he was torturing himself.

The cigarette between his fingers was almost at its end; it seared his skin before he snapped to his senses and flicked it away.

He lit another and sent off a new message.

[Nearly midnight.]

Maybe she'd forgotten what day it was. He felt the need to remind her.

Carol, who had already made it home, was now lost in some mobile game, ignoring the ping of the new message.

She played it until she was too drowsy to continue, then drifted off right there.

Back at the office, Felix worked overtime until 2 a.m., but his phone remained silent.

The last message that buzzed in was an automated birthday greeting from the bank.

Shutting his laptop with a sigh, he was ready to leave, but then a new email popped up.

It was about a sudden crisis at the branch office. He sank back into his chair, and worked until dawn.

Afterwards, he showered in the break room, donned a fresh suit, and continued working until 6 p.m.

He didn't know whom he was trying to outdo, but he was becoming more alert by the minute.

Meanwhile, Nathan was following some executives when he passed by the break room and spotted Carol inside.

His heart skipped a beat.

Then it stroke him that it was Felix's birthday.

The reason Carol was here could very well be for Felix.

Feeling his heart sank, he entered the break room anyway.

"Ms. Miller."

Carol was frowning at the semi-automatic coffee machine, feeling puzzled. "How does this thing work?"

As Nathan prepared her coffee, he asked, "When did you get here?" Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Just now. Didn't I tell you I was going to drop by to see you?"

He paused, with disbelief in his eyes. "You came here for me?"

"Yeah, aren't you glad?"

The coffee machine rumbled loudly, while its rich aroma permeated the room.

His hands shook slightly with excitement. "Yes I’m glad."

Having finished making the coffee, he reached for the creamer.

"Want some?"

"Just a bit."

Carol leaned closer to him, while eyeing his suit. "You dress this fancy for the office?"

Nathan wasn't particularly tall or striking, even in his suit. It added a touch of seriousness, but nothing more remarkable than that.

He was about to say something when they heard voices from outside.

"Mr. Brown, these are the rough figures for the project."

Then Felix's voice followed.

"One last point needs a revision."

"We've already double-checked these numbers, if we change this now..."

During their conversation, a clattering noise erupted from the break room—it was the sound of a cup hitting the floor.