Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 911

The cane flew about three meters out.

Maja’s fingers slightly curled as she looked up at him. Fitch pulled out a cigarette, unreservedly meeting her gaze. Maja didn’t feel wronged, instead, she slowly stood up. “Mr. Haskins, what’s all this about?”

Was it because of lan, or did her previous actions infuriate Mia?

Fitch looked her up and down. Maja seemed unharmed, except perhaps for a foot injury, and she looked in good spirits. Ian’s case was different. He was in a life–and–death situation, having been in and out of the emergency room several times. “lan got seriously hurt for you, and you just stand outside his room without going in to see him.”

Maja got it. It was all about lan. “Someone’s looking after him.”

Darlene was crying her heart out, and she was carrying lan’s child.

Fitch found this amusing but his face darkened in a flash, pushing her against the wall. “Maja, if it wasn’t for lan’s feelings for you, I could kill you right here.”

being strangled, making it hard for her to breathe. She glared at Fitch.

was grim and ruthless. Little was known about him in Greenfield, apart from his close ties with lan and a few others. He spent most of his time dealing with cold weapons. He

released her, bending over to light a cigarette, not giving a damn that he was in a hospital. A passing nurse wanted to reprimand him but seeing the ruthlessness on him, she chickened out and hurried away.

you don’t like him, do you,

me that much.” Maja said this while rubbing her

chin. “He pulled you out of the mudslide and walked a whole kilometer, leaving a trail of blood. Your leg was saved by his emergency measures. Otherwise, it would’ve been a goner. Maja, I should show you a picture. I’ve never seen

torn into strips, his chest wound bleeding, and his head was a mess of mud. He dragged her unconscious body and crawled a whole kilometer before he collapsed and was found by rescuers. If this wasn’t love, then what was it? How could this woman have the

about women, using them as tools

he said probably wouldn’t even amount to a fraction of that. Because he grew

another cigarette, sounding detached. “If you don’t like him, then just tell him straight up. If you don’t like him, just say so. Don’t say he doesn’t like

deeply in love with Maja. It was a profound

the doctor had said earlier. Someone had treated her leg in time, and she should thank lan. Now hearing Fitch’s words, it seemed that lan had regained consciousness after they were

look at her, heading straight for the smoking area in the distance. He walked over to where

back with one