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 own

chair, he heard noises from outside. It seemed the

wedding.

couldn't wait, could

what lan Raymond would do tonight, and whether he would guess right that

Maja.

decided to hit

of night, his contact brought news that more of K's people had

to get involved, even though his instincts told him he should pull out

of his bed; as he was about

scent wafted into the

mouth and swiftly

sodd smell but no sign of lan, who

was the Bradshaw family

just as gunshots and the boom of cannon fire echoed in the distance, albeit far from the

estate.

own people, eager to

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other."

after hanging up, he worried that lan

hurried to Maja's room, only to find Patrick blocking the

you doing

hand to bar Quentin's

scoffed, "You do know who I am, don't

disturb her now, no matter

out a dagger and

dodged skillfully and

fight until Patrick's

keep being the Elder, don't act

shove and a high

at it again, their scuffle

something was happening outside, yet