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?

he retreated to

in his chair, he heard noises from outside. It seemed the Bradshaw family’s

wedding.

really couldn't

would do tonight,

Maja.

he decided to hit the sack

of night, his contact brought news that more

want to get involved, even though

on the edge of his bed; as he was about to reply to the

strange scent wafted

pill into his mouth and swiftly exited through

no sign of lan, who must have also sensed that something was

the Bradshaw family

cannon fire echoed in the distance, albeit far from the

estate.

own people, eager to find out what was

lan's, and the other's K's. Looks like they've stumbled upon each S~ᴇaʀᴄh

other."

but after hanging up, he worried

only to find Patrick

doing here

hand to bar

do know who I

now, no matter who it

out a dagger and

Patrick dodged skillfully

evenly matched in the fight until Patrick's

you want to keep being the Elder,

a shove and a high kick, Quentin sent

it again, their scuffle causing

the ceiling, knew something was happening outside, yet she was powerless