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

It seemed the Bradshaw family’s

wedding.

really couldn't wait,

do tonight,

Maja.

he decided to hit

news that more

involved, even though his instincts told him

as he was about to reply to the message, he heard

wafted into the

his mouth

sign of lan,

the

cannon fire echoed in the distance, albeit far from

estate.

people, eager to find out what was

the other's K's. Looks like they've stumbled upon

other."

hanging up, he worried that

Maja's room, only to find Patrick

doing here this

hand to

do know

should disturb her now, no matter

a

dodged skillfully and

matched in the fight until Patrick's gun was

keep being

high kick, Quentin sent the gun

their scuffle

eyes glued to the ceiling, knew something