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.

once inside, the man made himself at home

a shower.”

devoid of any interest in taking a closer look at her humble abode.

woman suited to be 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 of effort and

a second glance, instead, he loosened his tie and leaned back as he was uninterested in anything else in that

shower, and when she emerged wrapped in a bath towel, he showed no patience

was on the lips or neck. All he

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

gaze swept the room once, before

“Lean over there”

method. He had no concept of tenderness,

back to him,

began to unbuckle his belt.

gripping the windowsill tightly, pain etched on her

seem to be getting

experiences, Zoey felt nauseated by such intimate acts.

before, but the mere act of undressing made her

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

the second and third times, she had stealthily

taking pleasure in her discomfort and simultaneous

“Disgusting, isn’t it?”

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

the pain, but she didn’t even dare to utter a

any noise either, apart from the occasional sarcastic