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.

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

totally absorbed in

the morning, she felt tired, rubbed

in the courtyard. lan was standing there, perhaps suffering from insomnia, with a cigarette in hand. He

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

off his cigarette, casually taking in the courtyard.

A

life all these years, but

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

an eyebrow, put out the cigarette, and followed.

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

chuckled and started painting

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

hire

her heart pounding. She turned around and

you know you can

tobacco mixed with the scent of pine, which

her skin with the breeze, and

didn’t move closer, but looked at the painting on the white