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.

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

a

in taking a closer

the furnishings. some of which were rare finds from second–hand markets. She had put a

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

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

All he

breath on several occasions, but she didn’t dare to say anything, considering it was

once, before he gestured towards the window, saying.

“Lean over there”

method. He

back to him, and slowly bent over.

to unbuckle

tightly, pain etched on her face,

but now you seem to be getting

to some unpleasant past experiences, Zoey felt nauseated by such intimate

before, but the mere act of undressing made

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

a long time afterward, and even during the second and third

grown tired of that game yet, taking pleasure in her discomfort and simultaneous surrender

“Disgusting, isn’t it?”

hands firmly gripping her waist, not allowing her to escape from that

to utter a sound because

from the