Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1984

Shirley, clad in her cozy pajamas, entered Abner's room to set up his bed before heading downstairs to the convenience store to

pick up stoiletries for him.

"We can grab anything else you need tomorrow. Dinner's almost here; let's eat first," she suggested, having ordered a feast that

now covered the dining table.

Pulling out a chair, she gently pushed Abner down by his shoulders. "Make sure you eat up. It'd be a waste otherwise."

Back at his aunt's place, Abner had never had his fill, facing scorn even for grabbing a piece of meat. Having lived like that for

years, now having enough to eat and a warm room seemed like a dream he was afraid to wake up from.

Shirley, seeing him eat heartily and behaving sopliantly, felt a surge of contentment. Her lips curled into a smile. "Try these

meatballs, eat plenty of them. I've tried them at the diner myself; the owner makes them fresh. You need to get your protein."

Looking up briefly, Abner murmured a shy "Thank you, Shirley," before continuing his meal. Shirley felt a wave of emotion,

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exhaling softly.

Driving over, she'd questioned her decision repeatedly, wondering if it was too impulsive. After all, she was still a student. Was she

ready to take on such a big responsibility? But seeing Abner now, she felt it was meant to be, as if they were destined to be

siblings.

"You don't need to thank me. If I've brought you here, I'm responsible for you," she said with determination.

As Abner finished eating, Shirley stood to clear the table, but he insisted on doing it himself, offering to cook since he was skilled in

making homestyle dishes.

"You don't need to worry about cooking. Once school starts on Monday, you'll have a hefty workload. You might have been a

standout where you're from, but here, you'll need to work harder to keep up," Shirley advised, noting a spark of anticipation in

Abner's eyes.

"Not scared, then?" she chuckled.

"Not scared," he replied, just as the doorbell rang.

Frowning slightly, Shirley went to answer the door, finding Mark standing there with a bouquet of flowers, which he offered

somewhat awkwardly upon noticing Abner not far behind her.

"Who's this?" Mark's face darkened, having evidently otten Abner's appearance and mistaking him for someone of lesser

standing due to his modest clothes.

Without accepting the flowers, Shirley turned to Abner, "Head back to your room, and get sgood sleep tonight."

As Abner nodded and closed the door, Mark's voice rose in anger, "You're letting him stay at your place? Is this your 'little brother'?

Shirley, what are you thinking?"

"Keep your voice down. This is Abner, the kid from Maplewood I've been helping," Shirley explained, her tone firm.

"And? He's practically an adult, living in your house? Where's your sense of propriety?"

Shirley's expression darkened; she found Mark's insinuations repulsive. She saw Abner as a child in need, not through the twisted

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lens Mark was using.

"I'll be his guardian in legal terms, ensuring he gets to school," she clarified, her patience wearing thin.

Mark, spoiled and unused to confrontation, dropped the flowers in shock. "Shirley, is this you breaking up with me?" he asked, his

voice cold.

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