Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 810

lan was quick to shut the door, worried Maja might spit out more hurtful words.

He didn’t want to be stung by her sharp tongue any longer.

After closing the door, he fingered for a bit, catching the staff asking Maja if she needed anything.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, would you like a midnight snack? The chef has whipped up some chicken soup. Good for the stomach.”

Maja was about to decline, but the mention of chicken soup got her interested.

“Where do I eat it?”

“We’ll bring it to your room.”

She nodded, her stomach conveniently growling.

The staff smiled and asked, “Just a moment, please. The soup will be up shortly.”

lan stood quietly by the door until the voices died down, and he moved to the sofa.

The room was soundproofed, but he could still hear the sound of Maja’s shower. His heart was filled with tender feelings, and he couldn’t help but picture her in bed.

He’d never craved someone so much.

After a shower, while still in his towel, he got a call from Judson from Silverstone Enterprises.

materials. I’d like to review

kind of screw–up was a big no–no for a

expecting lan to lose his cool, but to his surprise,

as a tough nut to crack, so his easy agreement was

the issue now was a real blunder on Silverstone Enterprises‘ part. Jan sat on the sofa, seeing himself added to a group

and knew what her profile picture looked like.

their mics, and

with the books and has been taken away by the police. When we

a scandal: Financial mishaps could bankrupt a company. Thankfully, they

the old invoices and went through each one with Judson.

lan to join

a right to know, especially since Silverstone Enterprises and the Raymond Corporation often collaborated. Maja’s

first night they met at

grasped

tune out Judson and just listen

what they were discussing, but he heard her laugh. Her laughter sent shivers down his spine.

never thought he’d do something like

“Mm.”

he was about to climax, he

while, Maja’s side

a chill. Did he forget

mic icon, which showed it

there but couldn’t quite finish.

out of nowhere; “Mr. Raymond, what are you doing? Mr. Judson

indifferent, but–lan could hear a hint of reproach in

talk to her. His