Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Compared to other women who reveled in their animosity because of Ian, Coral’s attitude was impressively patient.

For Maja, this made Coral all the more endearing.

“You’re right not to be with him, Coral. You two just aren’t a good match.”

Coral chuckled and finished her cup of coffee just as the school bell rang from outside.

“I’m sorry, but my little brother just got out of class. He’s in twelfth grade this year and I promised to have lunch with him. With his studies taking up so much time, I asked him to come here. I hope you don’t mind, Ms. Pennyfeather.”

Before coming, Maja had done her research and knew that Coral had a younger brother, though not by blood. Coral had adopted him, but the details of the adoption were not known.

A moment later, Maja saw a tall young man crossing the street. He was around eighteen, handsome, exuding a youthful charm. Quite a few students surrounded him, but his demeanor was strikingly similar to Coral’s—somewhat aloof.

Noticing Coral, he waved to his friends and quickly walked over.

“Sis.”

He called out, not even glancing at Maja.

nodded at him and pulled out a lunch box from her

brought this for

down quietly, and started to

Maja couldn’t help but ask, “Coral, have you ever thought of getting

shook her head. “This kid is made for

Maja, politely nodded, and then continued

cheerful high students,

lingered on him. She had a feeling that the way he looked at Coral

bring it up now, but waited until Barton had finished his meal and left for class

far as I know, you don’t spend a

demeanor on Coral’s face

his class. Recently, though, he’s slipped to being ranked over two hundred. His head teacher called me about it,

thought. She knew that Barton, with his good looks and academic prowess, must be popular at school. But his demeanor was so similar to Coral’s, it was as if he was trying to mimic her. Coral was somewhat aloof, and as a writer, she tended to get lost

like that could leave one feeling

that helplessness, one might resort

your script. I can try to befriend Barton. You’re not

get Barton into show business, Ms. Pennyfeather, forget it. I know how