Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1158

Dazed by his kisses, Maja couldn’t even muster a word.

lan had enveloped her twice in the hot tub, then lifted her up and pressed her against the wall of the changing room. It was as if he was savoring a feast he knew he wouldn’t have access to for a while.

Maja eventually fell asleep from exhaustion, only to awaken the following evening.

Her body felt limp and drained, and upon seeing the familiar ceiling, she recognized that she was in the Greenfield Gardens.

Images from the night before flashed intermittently in her mind. First it was surprise, then anger that made her chest tremble.

Just as she was about to get out of bed, the door opened, and in walked fan, carrying a bowl of oatmeal.

“Maja, you’re awake.”

Maja took a deep breath, her expression turning cold,

“Explain”

Setting the oatmeal aside, he stirred it with a spoon, blew on it gently, and brought it to her lips.

“First, eat

Maja turned her head away. She was too angry to speak, let alone eat.

lan put down the spoon and sighed softly, pulling out the recording from last night.

“This isn’t right”

“What’s not right about it?”

“You’ll blame me when you sober up.”

“I won’t. I initiated it.”

He lowered his eyelashes and continued stirring the oatmeal, silent, yet his message was clear

was, upon hearing the recording.

she who had

remembered that lan had warned her not to drink too much last night, but

remember the rest, only the overwhelming

last night, but it had been

still

to comfort him, but remembering their complicated relationship, she

rose.

at his

a lot

moved his bandaged hand

visible on his fingertips. Frowning, she wondered how he got these burn blisters

he bumped into

ve been simmering is ready.

burned his hand

respond to force, but gentleness left her

out

take you home. I

had always thought lan was emotionally immature, explosive at the slightest provocation

anything hurtful, he would not hesitate to say something even more hurtful

a trap last night, forcing her,

face and his long, slender hands. She often wanted to sketch

drunk, she might have done something

explain when he was misunderstood. He just played the recording

for a moment. She wanted to

breath, slowly rose, and dressed in the clothes that had

LATT

was sore from his endurance in bed. He was just relentless and tireless.

she slowly made her way to

a stormy night. He

Man.”

his voice came through