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.

but his peripheral vision caught

Patric watched their retreating figures, his hand slowly clenched into

disguised himself,

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

had to be

seemed Quentin and lan were in

could lan possibly offer to Quentin that would compel

Incredible.

his eyes were

shiver down his spine at

Patric, is something

his true capabilities the night before, Timothy no longer doubted him and knew he needed

this man.

key to elevating the Bradshaw family to the

smile played

a certain, persuasive concoction. Do you truly think the Bradshaw patriarch has been content sitting beneath an elder

these years?"

stiffened, as he was

was this man

twisting as if they were

marry Maja, but swish to stand in

extent of his ambition, Timothy felt his internal

it sounded like Patric was

willingly exposed

thoughtful pause, Timothy said, "Produce that concoction first. If

the years, Timothy had avoided making enemies and had been biding his

had long wished for the Bradshaw family to lead the Four Great Houses and had

guest.