Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 380

“You’re a bit green, seems like your hubby hasn’t taught you much.”

His excitement was palpable, his voice a little gravelly.

Maja was in a whirlwind of thoughts, too scared to even utter a word.

She was a bundle of nerves, half expecting someone to barge in at any moment, then freaking out when she thought someone might spot them from the building across.

In the end, his intense actions caused her to faint.

At 5 am, lan Raymond finally put his suit on her and carried her to his car.

If anyone had ever told him that he would end up getting frisky with a woman in his office, he would have called them crazy.

He was a workaholic and to him, his office was his sanctuary.

But there he was, spending the night with the woman in his arms in that very place.

He’d found out that he somehow liked the feeling.

Maja was so pooped she couldn’t even lift a finger. Ian tucked her into bed, intending to help her bathe, but her phone rang.

He frowned, seeing an unfamiliar number, and picked it up. A male voice came through.

“I’m Knox, I have your husband, Nathan. If you don’t respond to me, I’ll make things difficult for him, believe it or not!” The next second, lan’s face darkened. He hung up and looked at the woman on the bed who was too tired to speak. He chuckled, a cold glint in his eyes.

her husband, no wonder she changed her mind

tightly, and started

jolted awake, her voice hoarse,

“Mr. Raymond.”

exhausted and wished

held her by

a glance at the ragdoll–like woman on the bed, he went to take a bath, put

in those last two hours, deliberately wearing her down, leaving marks on her neck, not even sparing the

woke up, her

sit up immediately, but the movement

no one in

not cleaned up at all.

toy for

took a deep breath and angrily pulled the blanket

thought of something and let out

she had to support herself on the edge of

calves were trembling slightly, she glanced at the clothes

bathroom, when she saw

any longer and quickly

had

was too embarrassed to text Carol Miller, afraid that her condition might

from her head, all she could think of was the intensity with which he’d held

wolf, pouncing on