Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 428

lan, in good shape and strong as a bull, easily lifted her up and pressed her against the cool wall.

“Mr. Raymond, this is the fourth time now.”

She lowered her lashes, suddenly obedient.

lan kissed her in this position, his face particularly captivating under the gentle rain of hot water.

Maja had to admit that lan was probably the most attractive man she’d ever seen and undeniably charming. His thin lips, more defined when he was passionate, held a restrained and reserved appeal.

Having such a noble man show this kind of expression definitely gave one a secret sense of satisfaction.

It’s just human nature.

No wonder Carol always said it was worth it being with lan. Feeling Maja’s submission, lan became even more assertive.

The steam filled the bathroom, and noises echoed for a while.

By the time Maja was carried out, she was as limp as a noodle.

When she was tucked into bed, sensing that lan wanted to continue, she frowned, rolling over.

“I’m tired.”

about to let her go; after all, the night was

already asleep, as if the tantalizing male body before her held no

was just completing a ten–times

impatient with rejecting the opposite sex, but he was somewhat unhappy when someone showed no interest

“Penny?”

called out, pinching her

frowned in her sleep and

had no choice but to lie down.

feelings for this woman were strange, like an itch born

to scratch, yet unable to

was often restless, and that itch affected his mood.

he had made every right judgment in business,making his opponents tremble at the mere mention of his name, but when

and couldn’t help but call

Maja’s rest, he

he was in the entertainment circle. He had just sent a

the middle of the night,

that the other

a kind of tacit understanding

“lan, what’s up?”

lan didn’t respond.

sat in the living room, and for the first time, he began to think about why he had to sleep with this

to vent after suppressing himself for

lazily asked, “What’s the matter? You lost

face darkened, and he hung