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

was even more potent, especially with his bare upper

gaze fell on his lips, they were

tipsy, Ian asked while continuing

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

I’ve heard of him from Grandpa Holden and my master. He seems quite

words were not

lips curved into a smile. He slowly leaned in, “Is that so? Then why

drunk, she felt that this accusation

always been the same. I’m just too lazy to change

body lazily resting on

you’re not into

his fingertips paused, his

found her eyelids too heavy, “He’s a bit off. He might have some

mood lightened significantly. He picked up a piece of fruit and offered it

lips, she turned her head,

I continue with the

“That would be nice.”

to massage her from the

but her dizziness prevented her from

electrifying, pressing down on just the