Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

After trudging half a kilometer, she could still hear the sound of footsteps behind her.

Even after she hailed a cab, Ian hopped in right after her.

“Are you out of your mind?”

Her tone was icy as she tried to put as much distance between them as possible.

Ian, thick-skinned as ever, sat close, remaining silent no matter how much she insulted him.

During the bumpy ride, he even reached out to cushion her head from the jolts.

When they arrived at Rosewood Manor, as she stepped out of the cab, he immediately paid the fare.

Maja had already walked to the front gate, instructing the security guard to close it.

But the guard wasn’t quick enough, and Ian slipped through.

He followed her to the living room door of the villa. This time, she entered first, slamming the door behind her.

Ian didn’t follow her in, instead, he found a stone bench outside and sat down.

The garden was furnished with not only stone benches but also stone tables. He took a sip of the tea on the table, and continued to gaze at the house.

Maja couldn’t care less. If he was willing to wait outside, then let him wait.

Once upstairs, she quickly showered. Looking at the clock, it was already 2 a.m. She decided to call it a night.

Suddenly, there was a rumble of thunder outside, flashes of lightning illuminating the room.

She heard Coco whining at the door. She quickly let it in.

of thunder, it sat by the bed like

Rocky were

thunder made it hard for Maja to fall asleep. She got

Alone.

curtain in frustration, feeling a mixture of anger and

seemed to take every insult

definitely not

upbringing, she could almost

gaze on her and quickly ducked behind

even she herself became abnormal. There was no light inside the room,

went back to bed, but just as she pulled up the covers, another loud peal of thunder

rushed to the window, scratching at the

covers over her head, trying to force herself to sleep, but Rocky started making noises

didn’t bark

went on and on, making her frown. Was Rocky part Siberian

“Rocky, stop it.”

had raised, knowing his owner was out in the rain. Was he feeling

Rocky was too noisy. He howled for

again, opened the window, and said, “If

Rocky

stunned, her instincts urging her to grab him, but Rocky cleverly landed

grab Rocky revealed that she was still

gaze. He had stood up and

went downstairs, grabbed an umbrella and

his little display of endurance would

the umbrella, already regaining

“Ian, go home.”

“Maja.”

but