Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

As Maja Pennyfeather felt someone touching her, anger knitted her brows.

But she couldn't move; Patrick had administered sinjection into her at spoint, and while she was acutely aware of her

surroundings, her body refused to respond.

Quentin Gellar leaned in, "Ms. Pennyfeather, you're about to marry Patrick. Did you know?"

A flicker of shock crossed Maja's eyes.

Had Patrick lost his mind? She was pregnant, and he wanted to marry her now?!

Who was this person, and where had he gotten his information?

She blinked furiously, attempting to speak, but no words cout.

Quentin noticed her state, his forehead creased with concern. He was no medical genius and had no clue what had befallen her.

"Do you want to marry him? If not, blink once."

Maja blinked over twenty times, her cheeks flushed with indignation.

Yet, she had a nagging premonition that Patrick was resolute in his goal, and no one knew what he was up to—it certainly wasn’t

anything good.

Quentin, getting the message, nodded and left the room.

Timothy Bradshaw stood outside the door, with a smile gracing his face.

"Elder, you've arrived at quite the opportune moment to raise a toast for celebration."

Quentin felt an inexplicable surge of irritation. If it were any other woman, he would have stayed out of it, but why did it have to be

Maja?

retreated to his

It seemed the Bradshaw family’s servants

wedding.

couldn't wait, could

curious about what lan Raymond would do tonight, and whether

Maja.

restless, he decided to hit

his contact brought news that more of K's people

to get involved, even though

edge of his bed; as he was about to reply to the message, he heard

scent wafted into

pill into his mouth and swiftly

sodd smell but no sign of

the

eyes narrowed, just as gunshots and the boom of cannon fire echoed in the

estate.

own people, eager

Gellar, there's a clash outside between two forces—one's lan's, and the other's K's. Looks like they've stumbled upon each S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early

other."

hanging up, he worried that lan might not make it

only to find

are you doing here this late,

his hand to bar Quentin's

scoffed, "You do know

her now, no matter who

out a dagger

Patrick dodged skillfully and

in the fight until Patrick's gun was pressed against Quentin's

to keep being the Elder, don't

and a high kick, Quentin sent

their scuffle causing the door to rattle

her eyes glued to the ceiling, knew something was