Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 76

The room fell into a sudden and eerie silence. lan’s hand, which was resting on his temple, froze, and he looked up at Maja.

Having said her peace, Maja seemed to realize that a man and a woman alone in a room could lead to some pretty nasty rumors. She chuckled and said, “I was just shooting the breeze.” lan watched her, curious about whether her husband knew how forward she was with other men

He dropped his gaze, his tone icy cold.

“Out.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it… Mr. Raymond, have a good rest.”

She really didn’t mean anything. She just wanted to help her drunk client.

lan still hadn’t given her any feedback on her draft design.

Though she had enough confidence in her work, his silence had her getting antsy.

Maja returned to her room, changed her clothes, scrubbed her paint-stained shirt, rinsed it twice with clean water, and hung it to dry by the window once she confirmed it was stain-free After that, she returned to her previous spot, cleaned her brushes and palette, and began mixing colors again.

Then she returned to the blank wall and continued her painting.

she couldn’t guarantee she’d still have it when she woke up the following day.

totally absorbed

tired, rubbed

standing there, perhaps suffering from insomnia, with a cigarette in hand. He looked both languid and sloppy but exuded an

couldn’t recall seeing him smoke before, but under the moonlight, this scene, coupled with the surrounding

his cigarette, casually taking in the courtyard.

A

these years, but tonight,

at the sound of footsteps, only to see a figure disappear around a

eyebrow, put out the

had returned to the blank wall. She didn’t want the sound of the faucet to bother him. She had only planned to splash some cold

chuckled and started painting

as she was about to put her brush back in the palette, a voice suddenly rang out

hire

She turned around and immediately saw lan

know you can scare people like that, right?”

had a faint smell of tobacco mixed with the scent of pine, which felt somewhat

stick to her skin with the breeze, and she couldn’t shake it

painting on the white wall, his eyes showing a hint of