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.

the password, and once inside, the man made himself at home on the

a

voice was cold, devoid of any interest in taking

furnishings. some of which

instead, he loosened his tie and leaned back as he was uninterested

when she emerged wrapped in a bath towel, he showed no patience or interest in foreplay, let alone

All

several occasions, but she didn’t dare to say anything, considering it was she who had initiated

gaze swept the room once, before he gestured towards the

“Lean over there”

his usual method. He had no concept

turned her back to

to unbuckle his

the windowsill tightly, pain etched on her face, his mocking voice

to gag, but now you seem to be getting used to

experiences, Zoey felt nauseated by such intimate

times before, but the mere act of undressing made her

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

and third times,

of that game yet, taking pleasure in her discomfort and

“Disgusting, isn’t it?”

taunted, increasing his force, his hands firmly gripping her waist, not allowing her

dare to utter a sound because he didn’t

make any noise either, apart from the occasional sarcastic comment, and his heavy breathing.