Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1282

“Tan, I’m hungry

She fumbled for the staircase beside her, intending to make her way downstairs.

Instead, lan came closer, scooped her up bridal style

“I’ll carry you down to prevent any accidents”

“Alright.”

She nodded, obediently letting him hold her smelling that distinct cool scent of his that always reassured her.

When they reached the living room downstairs, her hand felt around the table

Soon a meal of light dinner was served in front of her

lan picked up the spoon, “Let me feed you”

“Alright

She smiled, opening her mouth to accept the food.

After they finished, lan helped her back upstairs to rest

lan, didn’t you say it was daytime? Can I sit on the couch for a bit?”

She wasnt ready to sleep yet

“Maja, you need to rest. It will help your eyes recover quicker”

“Okay then

She didn’t say anything else, allowing him to guide her to the bedroom. Once she was on the bed, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist

“I can’t sleep alone. Can you stay with me?”

I have some

then go

go of his waist, listening to the sound of his

frowned, inhaling deeply. The room was filled with the

her fingertips grazed the

her design, she knew every detail by

found in Crystalbrook Valley, a rare find

several trips to Crystalbrook Valley for this batch of wood flooring.

the room she was in was very similar to Greenfield

comfort of the bed, the details of the doors and dining table were identical to Greenfield Gardens.

international brands were easy to find, but the wooden floor was hard

not Greenfield Gardens, someone had created a house similar

was not lan, but someone pretending to

was identical to lan’s, but with an artificial, deliberate

panicked for a moment, her complexion changed, but she continued to explore the

of this room was identical to Greenfield Gardens, even

noticed the peculiarities of the floor, she

had no choice but to lie down on the bed,

there was still no one in her mom,

not being able to see anything

Greenfield Gardens, who

Mr P or someone

palms were shaking slightly, but she had to stay

took a deep breath,

the kitchen. She heard lan’s voice. He seemed to be asking

her way to the kitchen door,

why don’t you sleep a bit

like lan, even his pauses were

but she acted

you cooking? Can I come help? You

“Alright

into the kitchen, washed her hands, and put a knife in her

a smile, treating this

“What are we making now?”