Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1291

lan’s fingers gently massaged her hand as he held her close, softly patting her back

“Maja, why don’t you get some rest?”

Maja’s brow furrowed as the scent of the incense filled her nostrils once again, causing her imitation to boil over.

So much so that she didn’t even want to think about Jolin’s situation anymore

“Did you get this incense from Phelps? Did you ask for it?

“Yes, I saw that you were having trouble sleeping and thought he might have something that could help.”

“lan, could we have this incense checked by a professional? | feel uncomfortable smelling it

She didn’t dare mention that she had also smelled the incense at Mr. K’s place. She owed Phelps a favor, and if she planted a seed of doubt in lan’s mind, their relationship would never be the same

She would become a villain in her own story

Holding her throbbing head, she barely managed to whisper, “I just want to know what’s in that incense”

lan thought she might be allergic to some ingredient, so he promptly had Jeff take the incense to a testing facility.

An hour later, the report came back. The incense was made of calming ingredient.

lan specially read the report to her

“Is there a particular ingredient you don’t like? I can ask Phelps to remove it

Relieved that the incense was harmless, Maja felt her heart finally settle

But she could tell something was off She was irritable and increasingly suspicious.

she had wounded lan and

much lan adored

lash out at lan, to mock his supposed affection

was so unlike her usual self

love really make a person’s

up to touch his face

your cheek

“No, don’t worry

belongings removed. She had cried, caused a scene, and even threatened

with fear

hadn’t resembled Maja, she would never have been close to

she wasn’t willing to admit defeat

a substitution, but never expected the real Maja to

Maja’s direction, her

unaware of all this. She

she felt lan’s voice was close,

maybe you should find

a mental problem. The sooner she

noticed her deep–seated resistance

willing to admit they

you If you can’t sleep, I can read you a poem

“Okay

as she was helped back to the master bedroom by

on the coffee table, a smirk playing

behind him were silent, waiting for his orders

bounced twice on the table

He chuckled softly

So I don’t understand what’s the point of struggling? Why not accept

there already been something

had increased the dosage of