Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

“I’m not afraid. The worst-case scenario is that my company gets bought out by the Sanders family. They’ve been managing their own entertainment company quite well these years, and Mr. Sanders is a man of vision. He wouldn’t make things difficult for my artists.”

That was the worst-case scenario.

She looked at the drink in her hand, taking another sip. “Even if the Sanders family has any ill intentions towards me, I’ve got nothing to fear. In the end, it’s just one life at stake.”

Ian poured her another glass, cautioning her kindly, “The alcohol content isn’t high, but don’t overdo it.”

“What brand of wine is this? It’s quite pleasant and suits my taste.”

“If you’d like, I can have Jeff deliver some to your place at Rosewood Manor.”

“Mmm, sounds good.”

She lazily reached over, picking at the fruit platter next to her, popping a few pieces into her mouth.

The combination of this particular fruit and wine had a catalytic effect that got one drunk quickly.

Ian held his patience, counting. This was her fifth glass.

Maja felt her cheeks getting warmer. She frowned, lightly propping her body up in an attempt to alleviate the heat.

At this moment, Ian reached out, gently massaging her shoulders.

Hot springs, fine wine, delicious food, and beautiful company; anyone would be intoxicated.

she had admitted countless times that Ian’s face was the most stunning

even more potent, especially with his bare upper body. The cool fingertips

his lips,

she was a bit tipsy, Ian asked while continuing to massage her, “What do you think

at times feeling dizzy, at other times feeling relaxed from his massage, her alertness

heard of him from Grandpa Holden and my

words were not

in, “Is that so? Then why is your phone’s

that

has always been the same. I’m

body lazily resting on the edge of the

into

asked this, his fingertips paused, his tone a bit

found her eyelids too heavy,

mood lightened significantly. He picked up a piece of fruit and offered it to her, “Would

touched her lips, she turned her

I continue with

“That would be nice.”

the water, starting to massage

was off, but her dizziness prevented her from figuring out what it

fingertips were electrifying, pressing down on just