Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1119

lan hadn’t expected Judith to suddenly embrace him. He’d just been about to push her away when she let go, tilting her head back to talk to him.

His mind was somewhat foggy, his fingertips still absent–mindedly touching the piece of fabric from before.

After a while, he lowered his hand, hearing Judith ask, “lan, do you want to grab dinner with me tonight?”

lan averted his gaze, an image of Maja flashed in his mind, but he quickly discarded it.

“Sure.”

Judith’s gaze passed over him, landing on Maja in the distance, her expression full of challenge.

“Sounds good. You can choose the restaurant. Just let me know where”

Maja knew Judith was just trying to provoke her, and it was working, she was genuinely irritated.

She turned around, retreating back to the elevator

As the elevator doors closed, she leaned against the back wall, feeling exhausted.

When she reached the lobby on the first floor, she ran into Jeff.

Jeff was holding a bouquet of flowers, looking somewhat awkward when he saw her.

“Ms. Pennyfeather”

Maja knew the flowers weren’t for her. They must be for Judith.

She managed a small smile, nodding, and then walked away.

the flowers, unsure of what

wife of a close business associate. The flowers were actually from the associate, Jeff had just

to Judith’s room, and when he saw lan, he said, “I ran into

at the Raymond Corporation

good

Ms. Sanders out for dinner?”

“Yes”

his gaze landing on the piece of fabric

he immediately started looking for a restaurant.

returned to the Raymond Corporation to continue working, but

the Raymond Corporation’s surveillance room, pulled up the footage of

she was calm, not showing a hint of guilt, just

though the surveillance video was only a few minutes

room staff returned, they were startled to see him, quickly

his eyes were a bit red. He just stared at the

a few times, waving away

up and left the room.

was still standing in the corridor, not daring

sure he had left that they

smoke, there were several cigarette butts in the ashtray. No one was

just thought that the man they saw when they opened the door just now

was as if hed been pulled down from his

melancholy, lan

to tell anyone else about seeing the boss in the surveillance room, and they recognized the woman on the screen as the designer who

sometimes seemed

sighed, pouring the cigarette butts from the ashtray into the

office, he stared blankly at the

distorted tadpoles, he couldn’t

in, he wanted

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