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

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

wedding.

really couldn't wait,

do tonight, and whether he would guess right that

Maja.

decided to hit the sack

dead of night, his contact brought news

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

as he was about to reply to the message,

scent wafted into the

pill into his mouth and swiftly exited through

no sign of lan, who must have also sensed that

the Bradshaw

of cannon

estate.

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other."

want to interfere, but after hanging up, he worried that lan

Maja's room, only to find

doing here this late,

his hand to bar

know who I am, don't

should disturb her now, no

drew out a

Patrick dodged

the fight

want to keep being the Elder, don't act

a high kick, Quentin sent

at it again, their scuffle causing the door

her eyes glued to the ceiling, knew something