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?

Timothy, he retreated to his

his chair, he heard noises from outside. It seemed the

wedding.

really couldn't wait,

lan Raymond would do tonight, and

Maja.

restless, he decided to hit the sack

news that

even though his instincts

as he was about to reply to the message, he

scent wafted

pill into his mouth

he found the sodd smell but no sign

the Bradshaw family

of cannon fire echoed in the

estate.

contacted his own people, eager

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interfere, but after hanging up, he worried that lan might not make it off

Maja's room, only

you doing

raised his hand to bar Quentin's

know who I

disturb her now, no

a dagger and

dodged skillfully

fight until Patrick's gun was pressed

want to keep being the Elder, don't act

high kick, Quentin sent

again, their scuffle causing the

her eyes glued to the ceiling, knew something was happening outside,