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

home, but her bodyguard had already brought

even a word of goodbye, she got

closed his mouth, finally knocking on her car

The window rolled down.

“How about dinner tonight?”

her phone,

“What about tomorrow?”

“I have a meeting.”

“All day?”

people would stop asking after hearing about the meeting. It was

pushing the issue,

want to know Patrick’s

attention. She indeed wanted to

Rosewood Manor investigated, what Patrick

background. There was only a photograph

into it. Should be any time now. Do you want me to tell

to know, they would have to have dinner

talk

tightly, pretending not to understand, “But I need to

What a canny man!

the

but he was actually applying a lot of pressure.

finally relented, “Ian, what

to drive you