Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1331

After wrapping up the mess with 002, Mr. K casually waved his hand in front of Maja’s eyes.

“How’s the vision coming along?”

“Not too bad, I think I’ll get back to normal in a week. I’m seeing more shapes now.”

Maja got to her feet, trying to navigate her way out, but stumbled over the corner of the coffee table. She fell forward towards K, her hand “accidentally” reaching for his mask

But K was quicker. He pinned her down on the couch, his voice even more indifferent.

“Be careful.”

It suddenly came to Maja’s mind how this man had always kept distance from her.

Could it be that he never takes off his mask, even in the seclusion of this villa?

Her brows furrowed.

It seemed she’d have to find another opportunity.

Two days later, in a villa in Greenfield.

Zoey had been learning how to change dressings and treat wounds from the doctor for the past few days.

The doctor stood up, “He should wake up today. Keep the diet light for the next month.”

“OK.”

Zoey politely escorted the doctor out and then sat by the bedside, waiting

She had never dared to look closely at Fitch’s face before.

If lan’s features were aristocratic and aloof, then Fitch’s were domineering and brooding.

He showed no tenderness towards women, never kissed her, nor did he bother to ask about her affairs.

But perhaps girls will always hold a peculiar sentiment for the first guy to get intimate with. So now, staring intently at his face, she could not help but feel Fitch indeed had an impressive appearance

night without daring to blink. Now, all she felt

to pain all over

the ceiling and slowly propped himself up, with an odd sensation in his

head was buried downward, and he instinctively thought she

“I’m hungry”

sound of his voice, quickly lifting her head and

you like to eat? I’ll make it for

“Porridge”

how he struggled

bandages wrapping his body were now

great effort, he tried

fearing he’d fall, hurried to support his arm.

that she averted her gaze in

outside for

out, only to hear the

sculpted Washing his hands at the sink, he glanced at the

bathroom door, he found the woman outside,

wiped him down over the past few days, preventing even a trace of sweat.

her, making her a

a while, he graciously extended

I’m too weak to walk to the

gentle tone took

to reality, she hurried

she carefully placed him

Chapter 1331

make the porridge.”

disappeared into the kitchen.

villa. Feeling his head aching

up slowly

on its door meticulously listed the fresh vegetables added that day, the expiration dates of the milk, and

written

that the vegetables were changed

turned inexplicably lightened, and he walked

apron–clad, was chopping