Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1035

After hanging up the phone, Maja noticed lan, lost in thought, standing at the scene.

She approached him, voicing her curiosity,

“What’s wrong?”

lan shook his head and asked, “Is your assistant okay?”

“Yes, she is fine.”

Zoey watched the street lights zoom by the window, awkwardly attempting to adjust her clothing.

The car stopped at the place she was at that time staying, a residential complex provided by Maja for the artists.

The complex had already been fully furnished and several artists had already moved in.

Security there was top–notch, the guards at the entrance knew each resident by name. Every entry required rigorous questioning, an ID check, as well as a phone call to the resident for final verification.

Zoey rolled down the window, smiling at the security guard who was still on duty late into the night.

“Could you open the gate, please?”

Recognizing her, the guard immediately opened the heavy gate.

When they reached Zoey’s place, she glanced at the silent man beside her, not understanding why he had followed her in.

and once inside, the man made himself

a

voice was cold, devoid of any interest in taking a closer look at her

a homemaker, every corner of her room was spotless. She had personally selected all the furnishings. some of which were rare finds from second–hand markets. She had put a lot

the man didn’t spare a second glance, instead, he loosened his tie and leaned back as he was uninterested in anything else

wrapped in a bath

the lips or neck. All he did was leave marks on her with a violent grip

but she didn’t dare to say anything, considering it was

room once, before

“Lean over there”

usual method. He had no concept of

her back to

began to unbuckle

tightly, pain etched on her face, his mocking voice echoing behind

used to gag, but now you seem to be getting

some unpleasant past experiences, Zoey felt nauseated by such intimate acts.

the mere act of

a great deal of mental preparation before she had resorted to that demeaning method

second and third times, she had stealthily thrown up, amusing him when

that game yet, taking pleasure in her discomfort and simultaneous

“Disgusting, isn’t it?”

increasing his force, his hands firmly gripping her waist, not allowing her to escape

from the pain, but she didn’t even dare to utter a sound because he didn’t

noise either, apart from the