Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 951

After hearing what Fitch said, Maja thought to herself, “Damn, I’ve put my foot in it this time.

With so many maids in Greenfield Gardens, Fitch must’ve been asked the same question the moment he stepped foot in here.

She got it, and then she heard lan chime in.

“Maybe not now, but possibly in the future.”

That was him countering Fitch’s claim that she wasn’t the lady of the house.

lan laid his feelings out for Maja with no holds barred.

But Maja, sitting on the chair by the bed, quickly shot back, “That’s up in the air.”

She was currently discussing with senior management about how to handle Simstar Entertainment and didn’t have the bandwidth to consider her personal feelings.

To lan, however, this sounded like a diplomatic way of turning him down.

And she said it right in front of Fitch, no less.

He didn’t even have to look up to know that Fitch was probably shooting him one of those I–told–you–so and mocking looks.

He stared at the small table before him, stirring his porridge with a spoon.

Doing his best to hide his disappointment, he said, “I was just pulling your leg. Did you really think I cared about you?”

Maja breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up.

I’ll head back to Rosewood Manor. I

could feel her coldness even if he was slow

built up over the

“Whatever you want.”

him, “Don’t exert yourself too much.”

only get out of bed and move around, he couldn’t even jog yet, his wound was healing slowly.

say something to provoke her but held back in front

something, Fitch might get the

than researching cold weapons, Fitch was pretty emotionless

remember Mia’s grudge against Maja.

and put his feet up on a small

attitude, and she clearly doesn’t

Quit butting in on mine.”

taken aback by the rebuke.

a few more times, growing more annoyed the more he thought about

deliberately trying to sabotage me?”

S

ruining his impression in front of Maja. Were they jealous that he was

upset, Fitch quickly

going to do about

he do?”

lost his appetite

guy. Now, seeing lan stirring his porridge,

I should

“You go.”