Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1162

Maja stood there for a while, her mind buzzing with unease when she returned to her car. Her discomfort stemmed from two sources: her unresolved situation with lan and the cryptic words from Dylan. Was something about to happen?

She looked up, planning to strike up a conversation with Zoey, but noticed her friend’s quiet sobs. Zoey was sprawled over the steering wheel, so engrossed in her misery that she didn’t even notice Maja’s return.

“Zoey?” Maja called out, finally snapping Zoey out of her daze. She straightened up, her eyes wide and startled. “Hi, Miss Pennyfeather.”

“Did your ex–boyfriend bother you again? I thought you had paid him back. Are his family still giving you a hard time?”

“No.”

Then did he send you a wedding invitation? Is he getting married to that woman and it’s making you upset?”

“No.”

So, what was it then?

Maja considered her close circle of friends, each with their own simple family backgrounds. Zoey came from a single–parent household, her mother barely tolerating her. Then there was Cornelia, an orphan, her parents both long gone, and Wilma, whose parents died even earlier. The only one with a happy family was Carol, the genuine rich girl. As such, Maja couldn’t guess what was bothering Zoey.

giving you trouble? Maja offered

“No, Miss Pennyfeather. I just watched

in the dim car light, Maja noticed her red eyes. For some reason, Maja felt a

of Star Movie Group, and she had a certain protective instinct towards her

sigh escaped her as she massaged her forehead. “Let’s

the steering wheel, her mind replaying the words of the man who held absolute control over her. He refused to let her speak, pulling her into his games whenever he felt like

this path, she had to swallow her pride. She wanted to follow Maja out of the car earlier,

what she was doing if they looked up. There was no concealment. Her clothes were disheveled and her hands were trapped

it

you have to

a chill down her spine. She had no choice

tonight, probably because it wasn’t the best place for it. After he had his

voice snapped her out of her stupor. “Let’s go to that cocktail party together tomorrow night.”

“Okay, Miss Pennyfeather

a good night’s sleep but was rudely awakened by a phone call at two in the morning. It was

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