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 work to

go ahead”

let go of his waist, listening to the sound of his footsteps slowly

room was filled with the same scent, a fragrance

fingertips grazed

Greenfield Gardens was her design, she knew every detail by heart, especially the flooring of Greenfield Gardens

floor she had personally found in Crystalbrook Valley, a rare find

made several trips to Crystalbrook Valley for this batch of wood

the room she was in was very similar to

the doors and dining table were identical to

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

created a

just met was not lan,

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

a moment, her complexion changed, but she

Greenfield Gardens,

she hadn’t noticed the peculiarities of the floor, she

palms were sweaty, but she had no choice but to lie down

there was still no one in her

feeling of not being able to see anything fumbling her way

bathroom was identical to Greenfield Gardens, who was this man who had confined

it Mr P or someone else?

but she had

she took a deep breath, fumbling her

He seemed to

her way to the kitchen door, listening to

sleep

was too much like lan,

but she acted

cooking? Can I come help? You can teach me

“Alright

into the kitchen, washed

into a smile, treating this as

are we