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.

seize the inspiration immediately, otherwise, she couldn’t guarantee she’d still have it when

absorbed in her

felt tired, rubbed her

lan was standing there, perhaps suffering from insomnia, with a cigarette

but under the moonlight, this scene, coupled with the surrounding architecture, was

his cigarette,

A

very regular life all these years, but tonight, he was suffering from

looked up at the sound of footsteps, only

eyebrow, put out the

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 water on her face to wake up, but now, she didn’t

chuckled and started painting

later, just as she was about to put her brush back in the palette,

they hire

turned around and immediately saw lan

you can scare people like

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

seemed to stick to her skin with the breeze, and she

on the white wall, his eyes