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.

him. He remained still, but

Patric watched their retreating figures, his

lan disguised himself, he couldn't escape Patric's

too well, so well that every subtle movement of lan

BLACK had to

seemed Quentin and lan were

could lan possibly offer to Quentin that would compel him

Incredible.

tightened, and his eyes were a fathomless

shiver down

is

capabilities the night before, Timothy no

this man.

was key to elevating the Bradshaw family to the pinnacle of

twisted smile played

have a certain, persuasive concoction. Do you truly think the Bradshaw

these years?"

he was

was this man

fingers casually twisting as if they were breaking

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

extent of his ambition,

it sounded like Patric was

Patric had willingly exposed

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

avoided making enemies and had been biding his

family to lead the Four Great Houses

guest.