Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Patrick smirked, feeling a surge of triumph as he slowly pushed away the dagger pressing against his chest.

"If you can't do it, then it looks like you're stuck here with me. Oh, right, Maja's pregnant. Poor thing. Your kid's gonna be born

without a dad, or might not even get the chance to be born, huh?"

The last words left his mouth with a mix of provocation and resignation gleaming in his eyes.

lan's fist connected with Patrick's face, leaving everyone clueless about Patrick's sudden bout of madness.

He had made a deal with K, but K was never going to let him off the hook.

Besides, if K decided to launch a blanket attack based on the tracker's location, Patrick would be dead too.

It was bizarre. Patrick, a man so fond of life, so determined to push Eric out completely and claim the body for himself, was now

acting recklessly.

lan's punch left Patrick's cheekbone swollen. He winced in pain but just licked his cheek with the tip of his tongue.

lan grabbed his collar again.

"Patrick, what the hell do you want?"

Was it Maja?

Unlikely. One can't hide love, and Patrick's feelings for Maja were anything but pure. His gaze towards her was complicated,

tangled.

his hair a bit too long, shadowing his

a deep breath and

Dylan and Abner. With these forces as backup, he could leave Forbidden Island without

tbomb, with K capable of ordering

few minutes when suddenly, a

gunfire.

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was futile. As long as Patrick was

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was then Patrick spoke

ditch me? If you leavebehind, you

you?"

him to be at a

him, his phone ringing with Quentin on the line, providing a secret route

a secret escape route

route, they would be safe

lan was, that safety was three

now useless due to a flat tire, they had to abandon it and dodge the surrounding bullets

Maja, not hesitating

after a few meters, he realized all

still, his eyes

flared

"What do you want?"

want to finally comply, to properly care for Eric's

laughed, a desolate sound, at