Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 246

Was lan going to make it back to Greenfield today?

She spotted his ride at Crystalbrook Valley yesterday, but she had to split since her own car needed some TLC at the garage

Now Maja had set up shop in a hotel room, with no distractions on the horizon. She had camed her meds with her, given the frequent hospital visits she made these days.

But as she strode into the hotel lobby, she was told there had been a mix up with her reservation and someone else has claimed her room.

“Apologies, ma’am. As a make-good for our n mistake, we’ve upgraded you to the Presidential Suite, on the house.”

Maja looked down at the keycard in her hand, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth. She was on the same floor as lan, and there were only two Presidential Suites on that floor.

She gave her forehead a nub, and took the card, but said nothing. All she wanted now was some shut-eye.

Once in the elevator, she leaned against the comer, eyes closed. The doors slid open again, and there stood lan and Jeff

Neither of them expected to bump into her in the elevator. lan’s brow furrowed, and a glint of something deeper flashed in Jeff’s eyes

The two men stepped in, and Jeff picked up where he left off.

already booked her a

opened her eyes at the familiar voice, and upon seeing the two men, she quietly averted her

mirrored walls of the elevator reflected everyone distinctly, lan stood at the front, but his gaze

eyes were half-closed. She was already a stunner,

yesterday at Crystalbrook Valley, with her standing outside. The sun was

her long, thick

and lan stepped out first. But as he walked to his room, he heard a soft footstep

“You got a problem you can’t

Samuel for help with her cousin? Didn’t Samuel help her out?

was soft, but Maja was too muddled to hear him. She simply walked past him, heading to the room at the other end of the hallway

left lan feeling a bit awkward. A stiffness crossed his face, his mood sour for

his card and stepped into his room, unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt,

pretending to have seen

to your phone. Here are

slightly, a

didn’t contact Holden then?”

“None

want to talk about the