Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1283

In an instant, she became frantic, her eyes darting towards the source of the sound.

“lan, are you alright?

lan held her back, pressing her gently onto the couch

Tm fine, just stay still.”

Tears welled in her eyes instantly

I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry I thought someone was impersonating you. I smelled something off about you, felt the floor different beneath me. Was I moved somewhere else? Was I just brought back?”

Her mind was a whirlwind

lan held her hand, his chest still being stitched up

“Maja, it was just a nightmare”

Maja was speaking incoherently To an outsider it might seem as though she’d lost her mind

“I didnt”

Her voice trailed off as she heard Phelps cautioning fan.

“Avoid water near your wound, be careful of a similar accident happening. If that knife had hit your heart, no one could’ve saved you”

Phelps words hit her like a punch, freezing her instantly

She almost killed lan

not evaded her attack, he would be dead.

cold sweat trickled down her back,

her it would take at least three days for her to regain her voice yet she was already speaking after a single night. Why?

why can I speak

felt like a moth trapped in the darkness, battering itself against invisible walls, unable to find an

hand, urging her to

just a couple of days

had been unconscious for four days? But why

in the house, why is there suddenly incense”

it. You mentioned having trouble sleeping, this incense

sure she had felt a floor different from the one in Greenfield Gardens.

with a pain so intense it was unbearable.

were properly dressed now. He pulled her into his arms.

a nightmare scare you?

forehead was slick with cold sweat, she didnt know what to say still feeling guilty for

chimed in from the

an accident, what if it turns into a homicide next time? I think she should see a shrink Maybe her time at Eric’s mansion has caused some psychological issues she’s

nodded in agreement. “We should get a psychologist for her. She’s not making much sense.

her close gently kissing

to doubt herself, questioning whether she had a

genuinely believed she was speaking to someone other than lan, and felt like she was trapped

living under lan’s watchful eyes, he wouldn’t let anything

arm, her voice a mere whisper, “Maybe we should call a psychologist,

not sick. It was just a

looked at him disapprovingly, it seemed like he was willing

their expressions, so naturally, she didn’t see lan warning them with a

Casson families had been reaching out to him, most likely wanting lan to apologize, but given lans current state, he hardly had