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

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

wedding.

couldn't wait,

tonight, and whether he would guess right that Patrick’s bride-to-be

Maja.

he decided to hit the sack

the dead of night, his contact brought news

though his instincts

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

strange scent wafted into

pill into his mouth and

at lan's room, he found the sodd smell but no sign of lan, who

the

and the boom of cannon

estate.

quickly contacted his own people, eager to find

like they've stumbled upon each

other."

to interfere, but after hanging up, he worried

room, only to find

are you doing here this

hand to bar

scoffed, "You do know who

should disturb her now, no

drew out a dagger and

dodged

the fight until Patrick's gun was

you want to keep being the Elder,

high kick, Quentin

their scuffle causing the

glued to the ceiling, knew something was happening