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

he heard noises from outside. It seemed the Bradshaw family’s servants were already

wedding.

couldn't

do tonight, and whether he

Maja.

restless, he decided to

brought news that more of K's people

though

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

wafted

pill into his mouth and swiftly exited through

the sodd smell but no sign of lan, who must have also sensed that

the

cannon fire echoed in

estate.

contacted his own people, eager to find out

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hanging up, he worried that lan

to Maja's room, only to find Patrick

are you doing

hand to bar

scoffed, "You do know who I am,

should disturb her now,

a dagger

dodged

in the fight until Patrick's

being

a shove and a high

two were at it again, their scuffle

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