Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 787

He picked up his phone, thought for a moment, and decided to call Holden.

But Holden didn’t pick up.

lan took a deep breath, went quiet for half a minute, then said to Jeff, “Call the people at Raymond Mansion and tell them I’m coming over for dinner tonight.” Jeff immediately went off to do just that.

Seven o’clock in the evening.

lan arrived at Raymond Mansion on the dot.

Holden was playing chess alone on the sofa, with many pieces already on the board, indicating the game was nearing its end.

He saw Holden about to move a piece back and couldn’t help but say, “Once a move is made, there’s no taking it back.”

Unexpectedly, Holden looked up at him.

“Yeah, once a move is made, there’s no taking it back. So why are you here tonight?”

He could see right through lan’s intentions.

?

All because he thought Maja would listen to Holden, so he came to seek Holden’s help.

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lan lowered his eyelashes and placed his gift on the table.

“Grandpa, this is the painting you’ve always wanted. I had it bought at a high price from abroad.”

Holden raised an eyebrow and took a look.

unwilling to sell it. lan had to put

abroad, so much so that even Holden himself didn’t know how

put the painting down with satisfaction but didn’t mention Maja. Instead, he

you to come back and keep me company

back, he didn’t spell it

come back from abroad early just to play matchmaker for these two, and what happened?

to meet Maja and even saying countless times he didn’t like

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then, only for this kid to finally have a change

Too late.

dutifully served a bowl

at least you know how to show some

drink the soup, lan began to disclose the

took care of you in the hospital

one point, Holden had said he would show him the photos, saying Maja was especially cute, diligent, and

by this woman at the time that he

had looked at the photos then, he wouldn’t have found out that Penny

it deeply now.

you mean that.”

had the butler find the

photo was placed in front of

college, with a

smile in front of the camera. Her skin was fair, she was wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, and her lively aura was seemingly about to burst

and felt as

say, “Maja is very kind. If she hadn’t saved me, I would have died then. She took me to the hospital and took care of me, even asking for leave in front of me. I was thinking then,

in his heart, holding the photo tightly but afraid he might crumple it with his strength, so he slowly

and

needed scissors

directly, even cutting off his

reaching for his cane to hit