Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 7

What are you on about?”

lans tone was icy cold as he leaned back, From now on, stop sticking your nose in my business and introducing me to these women

Ha buddies were all her clients, wasn’the sick of it?

Sure, some people in the circle had peculiar tastes, but he had been abstaining from such allars for years, hokling no interest in the whatsoever Over the years, Ryan seemed to have picked up all sorts of werd habits Itwas about time for him to set

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Cousin, are you really not going to come and meet her? I searched a long time below I thought she might be right for you.”

If lan truly wasn’t interested. Ryan still had a few vacant properties that needed designing. If you don’t want het keep her on my side. I quite fancy het”

For some reason, lan straightened up

Tarrange for you to intern at the Raymond Group better than hanging around with these no good folks all day. Your mam already mentioned this to me. Just show up for work tomorrow morning”

retort, lan had already hung up He looked at Maja with frustration, and she could probably guess that she had been

Maybe Mr. Raymond has another preferred plan. After all the villa is for his favorite person, its only right to be cautious.” Ryan sighed. That’s impossible hes still

requires the night timing and connections. Perhaps I just don’t have

ask him in person later if he really doesn’t need you, could you design those

her hand, Aright, thanks for your

smike, “Sorry, I have to head back tonight. Leave me your numbet and liget in touch

saved it, he rose and left the private

blink of an eye only Maja and Maxwell were left. This was Maxwells second round of drinks for the night, he was slightly drunk and dropped

he had pushed himself to this point just to negotiate this deal for her; it was only right to show her appreciation. Besides,

burden, Maxwell’s drunkenness hit him in full force.

not that Maja didn’t want to take Maxwell home, but he had been married for a year and his wife was

on the other side of the corridor, which was closer to the

drunk and mumbling

I’s not what you think you’re

have a little

with his wife even in his dreams. Maja was struggling

the elevator doors opened,

him back, and a slender hand stretched out from inside the elevator b

the hand, she found herself looking straight into larf’s face. Her thankyou” got

she hardly saw once in three years, was now all she kept bumping into since yesterday? Was this