Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Maja bowed her head in respect, then stood up and picked up his suit, handing it back to him.

Ian reached out to receive it, his fingertips accidentally brushing against hers – one cold, the other warm.

Suppressing the urge to hold her hand, he lied, “Grandpa mentioned you promised him something.”

He didn’t mention his grandfather’s last words at all, but rather tried to trick Maja.

Did his grandfather say anything to her that day at the cliff?

But in reality, his grandfather said nothing that night. It was all a scheme planned by a man named Patrick.

The scheme included his grandfather, everyone who was on the hike that day, and even Maja herself.

She wondered about Patrick, even his name was fake. Who was he really and why was he targeting the Raymond family?

Now that Ian was asking her, she remembered her promise to his grandfather to give birth to an heir for the Raymond family.

This was a commitment.

But it was something she couldn’t bring herself to tell Ian.

She turned around, making to walk towards the base of the mountain.

Ian knew he couldn’t get any more out of her and slowly followed her.

Descending the mountain was faster than climbing it. He found himself thinking about the hike, carrying her on his back, listening to her childhood stories.

Maja had been through life and death together, but they lacked the most tender moments. Any recollections of such

her home, but her bodyguard

of goodbye, she got into the

his mouth, finally knocking on her car

The window rolled down.

“How about dinner tonight?”

phone, “I’ve got something

“What about tomorrow?”

“I have a meeting.”

“All day?”

would stop asking after hearing about the meeting. It was

pushing the issue,

want to know Patrick’s real

caught Maja’s attention. She

the people at Rosewood Manor investigated, what Patrick represented was too

background. There was only a

and Fitch’s are looking into it. Should be any time now. Do you want me

trap. If she wanted to

frowned, “Let’s talk when you find

window tightly, pretending not to understand, “But I

What a canny man!

even thought about closing the

window, but he was actually applying a lot of pressure. So much

“Ian, what are

want to