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.

Manor. I

her coldness even if he was slow on

built up over the past week

“Whatever you want.”

him, “Don’t

bed and move around, he couldn’t even jog yet,

to say something to provoke her but held back in front of Fitch.

Fitch might get the wrong idea and start attacking Maja.

researching cold weapons, Fitch was pretty emotionless about everything

still remember Mia’s grudge

left, Fitch stretched out his legs and put his feet

attitude, and she clearly doesn’t

own business. Quit butting in on

was taken aback by the rebuke.

a few more times, growing more annoyed

you and Tyler deliberately trying to sabotage

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do with Darlene, and the other was deliberately ruining his impression in front of Maja. Were they

was genuinely upset, Fitch quickly

are you going to do

he

lost his appetite

was a hard–nosed, direct kind of guy. Now, seeing lan stirring his porridge,

I should go?”

“You go.”