Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 595

lan looked a bit perplexed, but he still got what Tyler was saying.

He put down his glass with a faint smirk on his lips.

“I offered her a billion, and she tore up the check and threw it in my face. I only asked for a month of her time. Did she feel ripped off?”

Tyler stifled a laugh, unable to picture such a scene, but it was totally something Penny might do.

He quickly raised his glass.

“Bottom line, you’re getting a divorce tomorrow. Your grandpa probably won’t care who you’re intò anymore. You should properly apologize to Penny. She must’ve been freaked out today. After all, women need some sweet talk. If you don’t butter her up, someone else will.”

They both knew who that someone else was without saying it out loud.

After all, lan and Penny were only secret lovers

But this guy clearly didn’t have the awareness of being a lover.

When Maja woke up at 3 a.m. to the sound of the doorbell outside the living room, she initially thought she had heard wrong and rolled over in bed.

She hadn’t been able to sleep for the two nights when lan had blindfolded her.

Or rather, she hadn’t slept much since her father passed away a week ago.

Now she was exhausted, knowing that it was him. Her mental burden wasn’t as heavy.

or twice,

and opened her own door, only to see the man standing outside. She immediately held her breath, swallowed the curse she was about to hurl, quickly stepped

that one second slower and she would

he tirelessly

never opened the door. Someone had made a scene at her door all night, and she could sleep soundly, let alone just a

the door. Ian skillfully took out his key and let

out a sigh of relief when she saw through the peephole that the man had

since she was scared

entered the room, ripped off his tie, and

No response.

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thirsty and wanted a drink.

bedroom, saw a lump on the bed,

smelled the

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to see the man lying next to

didn’t even dare to put on

her hand touched the bedroom door handle, she heard

you going?”

she felt a little

already three–thirty in the morning, so she didn’t understand why lan

“Mr. Raymond.”

up and was leaning against the

was discarded in the living room, his shirt buttons undone to his chest, revealing

wasn’t turned off. The dim light and his slightly drunken breath were quite a