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

his IV drip all night without daring to

to pain all over

his hand. He searched along this sensation

head was buried downward, and he

“I’m hungry”

the sound of his voice,

I’ll make it

“Porridge”

noticing how

and the many bandages wrapping

effort, he tried

fearing he’d fall, hurried to

embarrassed that she averted her

outside for

headed out, only to hear the

his nose now more sculpted Washing his hands at the sink, he glanced at the bandages wrapped around his

bathroom door, he found the

down over the past few days, preventing even a trace of

gaze lingered on her, making her a bit

a while, he graciously extended his

me downstairs. I’m too weak to walk to the

tone took Zoey

she hurried to act

downstairs, she carefully placed him

Chapter 1331

make the porridge.”

into the

Feeling his head

up slowly

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

written in detail with elegant

realizing that the vegetables were

and he

apron–clad, was