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.

remained still, but his peripheral vision caught

retreating figures, his hand slowly clenched

disguised himself,

so well that every subtle movement of

BLACK had to be

and

offer to Quentin that

Incredible.

his eyes were

Timothy felt a shiver down his spine at that

is something

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

this man.

family to the pinnacle of the Four

smile played on Patric's

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

these years?"

he was shocked

was this man

twisting as if they

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

of his ambition,

sounded like Patric was

willingly

thoughtful pause, Timothy said, "Produce that concoction

Timothy had avoided making enemies and had

Four Great

guest.