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.

no wonder she changed her

ignited instantly. He held Maja tightly, and

her voice hoarse, too weak

“Mr. Raymond.”

exhausted and wished

held her by the

a glance at the ragdoll–like woman on the bed, he went to take a bath, put on fresh clothes and headed to the Raymond Corporation.

wearing her down, leaving marks on her neck, not even sparing the most

her whole

movement caused severe pain in

already, there was no one in the

a mess, not cleaned

just a toy for him to vent

a deep breath

of something and let out a bitter laugh.

her grimace and she had to support herself

calves were trembling slightly, she glanced at the clothes on

to the bathroom, when she

dared not look any longer and quickly took a

she had no

text Carol Miller, afraid

no washing away those marks, and as the warm water ran from her head, all

pouncing on its prey.