Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

If lan died, what would happen to Maja?

Quentin had never been one for considering others too deeply, because his primary concern was always revolved around pleasing

his stepfather.

Yet, he couldn't shake off the scene where Maja sifted through ashes for remnants of bone. It played like a silent film over and over

in his mind.

"Elder."

"Elder?"

Someone was calling him, which stirred Quentin from his thoughts. He looked up, only to see Timothy standing before him.

"Elder, we've prepared lunch for you and the gentleman. Please, join us for a meal. I won't intrude any further."

Quentin stood up, and when he passed by Patric, he paused slightly.

That fool, who once had an air of simplicity, now had a gaze both sharp and shrewd.

This was his true face, wasn't it?

In the moment Quentin hesitated, Patric's eyes narrowed.

With minimal contemplation, he discerned the face behind the mask.

So, it was him.

escaped him. He remained still, but his

figures, his hand

disguised himself, he

lan too well, so well that every subtle movement of lan was

BLACK had

seemed Quentin and lan were

could lan possibly offer to Quentin that would compel him to

Incredible.

tightened, and his eyes

a shiver down his spine at

is something

night before, Timothy no longer doubted him

this man.

family to the pinnacle of the Four

smile played on Patric's

persuasive concoction. Do you truly think the Bradshaw patriarch has been content

these years?"

stiffened, as he was shocked by

this man

as

intend to marry Maja, but swish to stand in my way. I plan to remove any and all

his ambition, Timothy felt his internal

like Patric

willingly

Timothy said, "Produce that concoction

making enemies and had been biding his time, but his greed

Four Great Houses and had grown tired of treating

guest.