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.

entered the password, and once inside, the man made himself

a shower.”

any interest in taking a closer look at

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 of effort and time into making the place warm and inviting to

and leaned back as he was uninterested in anything else in that apartment

went to take a shower, and when she emerged wrapped in a bath towel,

kissed her, whether it was on the lips or neck. All he did was leave

dare to say anything, considering it was she who had initiated all

the room once, before he gestured towards

“Lean over there”

position humiliated Zoey, but it was his usual method. He had no concept

her back to him, and

man began to unbuckle

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

but now you seem to be getting used

unpleasant past experiences, Zoey felt nauseated

but the mere act of

of mental preparation before she had resorted

vomited for a long time afterward, and even during the second and third times, she had stealthily thrown

hadn’t grown tired of that game yet, taking pleasure in

“Disgusting, isn’t it?”

gripping her waist,

was pale from the pain, but she didn’t even dare to utter a sound because he didn’t like that kind of resistance.

noise either, apart from the occasional sarcastic comment, and his