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.

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

but her

a word of goodbye, she

opened and closed his mouth, finally knocking

The window rolled down.

“How about dinner tonight?”

glanced at her phone, “I’ve

“What about tomorrow?”

“I have a meeting.”

“All day?”

about the

pushing the issue, causing the atmosphere

you want to know Patrick’s real

attention. She indeed wanted

at Rosewood Manor investigated, what Patrick represented

There was only a

are looking into it. Should be any time now. Do you want me to tell you as soon

a trap. If she wanted to know, they would

frowned, “Let’s talk when you

“But I need to have dinner first, so I have

What a canny man!

even thought about closing the window, hopefully

of pressure. So much so that even after

relented, “Ian, what

want to drive you